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TIE  CHRONICLE  OF  A  LEISURELY  JOURNEY 


Tf^rouaf?  i\)e  Uplands  of  Viralnia  and  Tennessee, 

SKETCHING  THEIR    SCENERY,    NOTING    THEIR    LEGENDS, 

PORTRAYING  SOCIAL  AND  MATERIAL  PROGRESS, 

AND    EXPLAINING   ROUTES   OF   TRAVEL. 


Ernest   Ingersoll 

With    Illustrations  by 

Frank   H.  Taylor. 


NEW   YORK: 
Leve  &  Alden  Printing  Company,  107  Liberty  Street, 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

%    I. — The  Cumberland  Valley,       ......        5 


* 


II. — In  and  About  Hagerstown, 10 

III. — Pen-Mar  and  Blue  Mountain, 13 

IV. — On  the  Western  Maryland  Railway,    ...  16 

V. — The  Antietam  and  the  Potomac,        ....  19 

'B    VI. — The  Lower  Valley  of  the  Shenandoah,       .         ,  24 

VII. — LURAY    AND    ITS    CaVERNS 3^ 

VIII. — Up  the  South  Fork, 42 

IX. — Crab-tree  Falls  and  the  Natural  Bridge,        .         .  47 

X. — The  New  City  of  Roanoke, 56 

XI. — Norfolk  and  Petersburg 69 

XII. — In  the  Valley  of  the  James.   .      '  .         .         .         .  82 

XIII. — Westward  Bound, 88 

XIV. — New  River  CAf5oN  and  Mountain  Lake,          .         .  92 

XV. — Through  South-west  Virginia, 98 

XVI. — Roan  Mountain  and  the  Canons  of  Doe  River,    .  ic2 

XVII. — Through  East  Tennessee, 106 

XVIII, — A  Chapter  Explanatory,           .        .        .        ,        .  113 


LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS. 


Baily  gets  the  Facts, 

Hag-erstown,     ..... 

Hagerstown  Station,  .... 

Evening  on  the  Upper  Potomac, 

A  Dot  of  a  Cabin,  .... 

Virginia  Uplands,        .... 

Between  Front  Royal  and  Luray, 

Hall  of  the  Giants,      .... 

Banks  of  the  Rhine,  "  Luray  Caverns," 

A  Mountain  Cascade, 

Luray  Inn,  ..... 

Station  and  Restaurant  at  Luray,    . 

An  "Interior"  in  the  Inn  at  Luray,     . 

The  Blue  Bridge,  near  Waynesboro, 

The  Natural  Bridge,  .... 

The  Saltpetre  Cave  on  Cedar  Creek, 

The  Arbor  Vitae  Trees  and  Giants'  Stairway, 

James  River  Gorge,     .... 

Near  Buchanan,      ..... 

Crozier  Iron  Works,    .... 

A  Mountain  Rift  near  Roanoke, 

Offices  of  the  Consolidated  Railways  at  Roanoke, 

Big  Spring,  near  Roanoke, 

Hotel  Roanoke,  ..... 

Tinker  and  Mill  Mountains,  Roanoke, 

Hotel  Roanoke,  .  .  ,  .         •  . 

Lobby  of  the  Hotel  Roanoke,     , 

The  Market  Square  at  Norfolk, 

New  Cotton  Compressor  at  Norfolk,       .  .  .  . 

Old  Church  at  Norfolk,  ..... 

Terminal  Wharves  at  Lambert's  Point,     . 

In  Fortress  Monroe,  ...... 

Old  Point  Comfort,  from  Soldiers'  Home, 

Views  from  Dock  Pavilion,  Hotel  Warwick, 

Bowling  Hall,  Hotel  Warwick,        .... 

Scene  on  Virginia  Beach,  ..... 

Hampton  Roads,         ...... 

New  Station  of  the  Norfolk  &  Western  Railway  at  Norfolk, 
A  Suffolk  Farm  House,  ..... 

Conoeing  on  the  Dismal  Swamp, 
Footprints  of  War,      .  . 

Tobacco  Wagons  at  Lynchburg, 
Negro  Wagoners,         .... 

An  Ebony  Gabriel,  .... 

The  Peaks  of  Otter, 

The  Roanoke,  ..... 

New  River  Scenery, 

The  Maple  Shade  Inn,       .... 

On  Doe  River,  .... 

Along  ihe  Upper  French  Broad, 


INDEX. 


[See  also  Appendix.] 


Abingdon, 

Air  Line, 

Alabama  cities,  .        .        .        . 

Antietam,  battle  of  the, 
Appalachian  Valley,  the  Great, 
Appomatox  station, 

Asheville, 

Atlanta, 

laltimore  and  Ohio  railway,    . 
battle  of  Antietam,    —  . 

Buchanan,       .        .        .        . 

Cross  Keys,    -    . 

Front  Royal,   ."      .        .        . 

Knoxville,     .... 

Pack-horse  ford, 

Port  Republic,   ^ 

South-west  Virginia,  91,  93, 

Waynesboro,   ... 

Berryville, 

Blue  Mountain  house, 

"  Blue  Mountain  route," 

Blue  Ridge, 

Blue  Ridge  Springs, 

Bluestone,   . 

Bristol,     . 

Buchanan,  . 


PAGE 
lOI 

9,  61 
114 

23,  24 

6 

83 
108 

115 


23 


Virginia, 


Carlisle,    . 

Castle  Cresap, 

Cattle  in  South-west 

Caverns  of  Luray, 

C  hambersburg. 

Chapel,  the  "old," 

Charleston, 

Chattanooga, 

Chesapeake  bay  steamers, 

Chesapeake  &  Ohio  railroad,    . 

Christiansburg,       .        .        .        . 

Cleveland, 

Cloyd's  mountain, 
Corn-Exchange  regiment. 
Cotton  traffic  at  Norfolk, 
Crab-tree  Falls, 
Cranberry  iron  mines,    . 
Cripple  Creek,    .... 
Cross  Keys,      .  .        .        . 

Crozier  Steel  and  Iron  Company, 
Cumberland  valley. 


24 
24 
57 
43 
30 
no 

23 
42 

8,  loi 
46 
26 

i3i  14 
115 

25,45 
87 
91 

lOI 

56 


64 

31-42 

9 

26 

24 

112 

6) 

46 

91 
112 

02 
24 

7^ 

47,  48 

102 

98 

43 

64 

,  7,  15 


Dismal  Swamp, 
Doe  river, 


PAGE 

78 

102 


Elkton, 42,  44 

East  Tennessee,      ....  103,  no 
East  Tenn.  &  N.  Carolina  R'y,        .       103 
East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Geor- 
gia R'y, 106,  112 

Fairfax's  estate,  ....        27 

Farmville, 82 

Flat-top  Coal  mines,  ...        91 

Florida, 115 

"  Florida  Short  line,"  .  .  115,116 
Forks  of  the  Shenandoah,     .        .  28 

Fortress  Monroe,  .  .  •  •  73 
French  Broad  river,        .        .        .  108 

Front  Royal,       ....  29-31 

Gettysburg 8 

Greenville, 107,  109 

Greenway  court,     ....  27 

Grimes  station, 20 

Hagerstown,  ....  10-12,  20 
Hampton  Roads,  ....  76 
Harewood  House,  ....  25 

Harrisburg, 5,6 

Hawksbill  valley,   ....  42 

High  Bridge, 82 

Hotel  Roanoke,       ....  67 

Hotel  Warwick,  .  .  .  •  75, 76 
Hunter's  raiders,  .  .  .  .  58, 87 
Hygeia  hotel, 74 


Indians,    . 
Iron -ore, 

Jackson,  Gen.  Stonewall, 
James  river,    . 
Jellico, 


.  10,  20,  23,  29 
30,  44,  64,  98,  lOI 

21,  25,  42,  49 

49,  56,  59i  83 
109 


Knoxville, 

Lambert's  Point, 

Lexington, 

Liberty, 

Loch  Laird, 

Luray  and  its  caverns, 

history  of, 

Luray  Inn, 
Lynchburg, 


109 

72 

49 
86 

49 
33-40 
41' 
40 

83,84 


INDEX. 


Maple  Shade  Inn, 
Marble  of  Tennessee,    . 
Martins,       .... 
Massanutten  mountain. 
Max  Meadows,   . 
Memphis, 

Milnes  station  and  forges, 
Minerals  of  Blue  Ridge, 

Southwest  Virginia, 

Mobile,     .... 
Mountain-lake  C'  salt-pond  "), 

Natural  Bridge, 

New  Orleans,      .        .        .        . 

Newport  News, 

New  river,  .... 

Norfolk,   ..... 

Norfolk  and  Western  railway. 


Oakvale,      .        .        .        . 

Ocean  View,    . 

Old  Point  Comfort,    . 

Pack-horse  ford, 

Page  valley, 

Pamplin's  depot,     . 

Peaks  of  Otter,  . 

Peanut  culture  in  Virginia, 

Pearisburg, 

Pen-Mar, 

Petersburg, 

Pike,  the  national, 

Pocahontas, 

Port  Republic, 

Potomac  river,    . 


Quirauk, 


Railway,  Cumberland  Valley, 
Railway  routes  southward,    . 

westward,        .        .        .        , 

Ramsay's  steamboat, 

Richmond  and  Alleghany  railway, 

Ringgold's  Manor, 

Riverton, 

Roan  mountain,       .... 
Roanoke,  city  of,        .        .        . 

machine  works,   . 

valley,      .        .        .        .        , 


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99 
107 

99 
28  • 

99 
114 

44 
30.  42,  44 

lOI 

114 

q6 


49-56 
114 

76 
91-97 

69 
61,  69 

95 
76 

74 

23 
31 
83 
84,  87 
72 
92 
13 
80 
II' 

9i>  95 

42 

21,  22 

14 

•    5,  19 

112,  114 

114 

21 

49,  56 
19 
28 


59-64 
63 
59 


29, 
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88 
100 

19 
27 
20 

44 
24 

43,  46 
26,  61 
21-24 


Salem,       .... 
Saltville,      .... 
St.  James, 
Saratoga  house, 
Sharpsburg, 
Shenandoah  Iron  Works, 

Junction, 

river, 

Valley  Railroad, 

Shepherdstown, 
Sheridan-Rarly  campaign,  25,  26,  30,  43,  46 
Southern  Fast  Mail,  ....  16 
South  Fork  of  Shenandoah,          .  42-43 
Spottswood  and  the  "  Golden  Horse- 
shoe,"         43 

Springs,  Alleghany,        ...  90 

Bedford  Alum,        ...  87 

Blue  Ridge,          ...  87 

Eggleston's,     .        .  ■'      .        .  93 

Farmville  Lithia,         .        .  83 

New  River  White  Sulphur,  .  91 

Red  Sulphur,        ...  88 

South-west  Virginia,      .        .  98 

Warm,  in  N.  Car.,       .        .  109 

White  Sulphur,        ...  91 

Yellow  Sulphur,          .        .  91, 

Swamp,  great  dismal,        ...  78 

Tennessee  river,     .        ...        .  no 

Trout-fishing, 96 

Valley  of  Virginia,         ...  25 

Virginia  Beach,          ....  77 

Virginia  Central  railroad,      .        ,  46 

Virginia  Midland  crossing,       .        .  28 

Virginia,  southern,         ...  80 

Washington's  explorations,      .        .  27 
Washington,  Ohio  and  Western   rail- 
way,        '26 

Waynesboro, 46 

Junction,       ....  45 

Western  Maryland  railway,      .        .  13-19 

Western. North  Carolina,       .        .  105 

White  Post, 27 

White  Sulphur  Springs,         .        .  45 

Williams'  Grove,        ....  8 

Wytheville, 99 


TO    THE 


Shensndosh  und  Beyond. 


I. 

THE  CUMBERLAND  VALLEY. 

A    Railway  Centre. — Astonishing-    Business  of    Harrisburg    Station. — -Esthetic  and 

Antiquarian   Attractions   at   Harrisburg. — The    "  Appalachian  Valley." — 

Williams'  Grove.— Carlisle  and  its  Schools. — Snugness  and  Prosperity 

of  the   Towns. — Fertility   and   High  Cultivation  of  the  Soil. — 

Chambersburg   and   its    History. — Gettysburg 

Battlefield.— Maryland. 


.llSilSii^' •)! 


LTHOUGH  a  fairly  well-informed 
young  person,  Prue  sometimes  asks 
very  singular  questions.  An  exam- 
ple occurred  this  very  morning. 

We  were  waiting  beside  a  little 
heap  of  valises  and  rolls  of  wrap- 
pings in  the  railway  station  at  Har- 
risburg,  Pennsylvania,  when  Prue, 
turning  questioning  eyes  up  to  mine 
— very  pretty  eyes  they  are,  too,  I 
think — remarked  : 

"Theodore,   what  is  meant   by 
the  phrase  'a  railroad  centre  ?'  " 
"  Eh  ? — why — this  is  one  :     A  point  where  various  lines  of  railways 
converge  and  concentrate  their  forces." 
"  How  is  Harrisburg  an  example?" 

"Well,  it  is  a  sort  of  half-way  house  on  the  great  Pennsylvania 
Road  east  and  west,  and  the  place  where  its  principal  branch,  the  Phila- 
delphia and  Erie,  diverges.  Here  crosses,  also,  the  north  and  south 
trunk  route  connecting  Baltimore  and  Washington  with  all  the  cities  of 
western  New  York  state  and  the  Canadas.  This  is  the  end  of  the 
Philadelphia  and  Reading,  and,  finally,  it  is  the  gateway  of  the  South, 
since  here  begins  the  Cumberland  Valley  Railroad,  by  which  we  are  to 
begin  our  travels  through  the  Southern  mountains.  You  could  hardly 
find  a  spot  in  the  eastern  and  middle  states  where  the  straightest  prac- 
ticable course  to  the  chief  southern  cities  would  not  lead  through  Harris- 
burg ;  or,  for  persons  going  northward,  one  where  they  could  find  more 
conveniences  for  reaching  their  diverse  destinations.  Now  do  you  see 
why  it  is  called  a  railway  centre  ?  " 


6 


"  Indeed  I  do.  What  a  busy  place  this  station  must  be,  for  all  the 
trains  seem  to  come  into  this  one  building." 

"Yes,  I   daresay — Oh,  Baily,  suppose   you  go  and  ask   the  station- 
master  how  many  trains  go  and  come  here  each  day." 
"  Er — I  was  just  going  to — — " 

"No  matter  about  it,  now,  whatever  it  was,  but  just  go  along,  like 
a  good  fellow." 

Prue  was  the  last  speaker,  and  was  irresistible.  Baily  went.  I  knew 
he  would.  We  had  asked  him,  an  idler,  to  come  with  us,  because  he 
had  so  obliging  a  disposition.     I  felt  rather  mean  about  it,  for  I   knew 

how  he  would  be  imposed  upon,  but  Prue 
declared  he  liked  it,  and  I  let  her  take  the 
responsibility. 

Presently  Baily  came  back,  flourishing  a 
large  Russia-bound,  gilt-edged  memorandum- 
book,  opened  at  the  first  page. 

"  Couldn't  remember  it  all  without  notes," 
he  ejaculated,  and  began  to  read  statistics. 

"  Stop  !  stop  !"  I  cried  after  a  short  siege 
of  this,  while  Prue  stood  aghast  at  the  figures 
she  had  summoned  to  arise  before  her — sta- 
tistical ghosts  that  "could  not  belaid" — be- 
cause, you  know,  figures  will  not  lie.  "  Stop  ! 
Isn't  there  any  general  result?  What  is  the 
sum?" 

"  Oh,  yes,"  Baily  answered  with  unfailing 
cheerfulness,   "about  seventy-eight  passenger 
trains  go  through   the  station  every  twenty- 
four  hours,  and  each  has  seven  or  eight  cars  ; 
while    the    innumerable    freight    trains   bring 
nearly  3,000  cars  more  a  day  into  this  yard.     When  I  add  that  a  hun- 
dred men  are  employed  in  station  duties  I  am  done,"  and  the  Russia 
book  was  closed  gently. 

It  was  just  in  time.  The  Cumberland  Valley  train  was  ready  for 
us,  and  a  few  moments  later  our  jolly  tour  down  the  long  Appalachian 
valleys,  which  stretch  from  here  to  Georgia,  had  begun. 

Harrisburg  was  worth  a  longer  stop  than  our  arrangements  allowed. 
It  is  a  beautiful  old  city,  with  a  great  deal  to  interest  the  visitor.  The 
central  show-place,  of  course,  is  the  state"  capitol.  set  upon  a  hill  in  the 
midst  of  a  highly-cultivated  park.  Though  of  brick,  and  according  to  a 
style  now  out  of  vogue,  it  is  a  dignified  and  commodious  building.  Near 
it  is  the  fine  Corinthian  shaft,  bearing  a  noble  figure,  which  com- 
memorates the  dead  soldiers  of  the  Mexican  war.  It  is  surrounded  by 
a  fence  of  real  muskets  and  captured  cannon,  and  is  one  of  the  most 
satisfactory  monuments  of  its  character  in  the  United  States.  Only  a 
square  away  stands  the  granite  obelisk,  unadorned,  which  speaks 
Pennsylvania's  gratitude  to  her  defenders  during  the  late'war.     The 


BAILY   GETS   THE   FACTS. 


antiquarian  and  lover  of  history  will  probably  find  more  valued  and 
inspiring  relics  of  Colonial  and  Revolutionary  times  stored  in  the  public 
library  at  Harrisburg  than  in  any  other  state  house  in  the  country  ; 
while  many  valuable  paintings  adorn  its  alcoves. 

Harrisburg  is  wealthy  and  aristocratic,  as  its  homes  testify.  We 
get  a  glimpse  of  the  exterior  of  a  group  of  the  best  of  these  as  the  train 
moves  out  upon  the  bridge  to  cross  the  Susquehanna.  A  long  street 
fronts  the  river,  with  square  after  square  of  noble  houses  and  charming 
gardens.  Their  outlook  is  unobstructed,  for  between  the  street  and  the 
brink  of  the  river-bluff  runs  only  a  narrow  park. 

The  river  is  more  than  half  a  mile  broad  here,  shallow  and  rocky. 
Forster's  island  divides  it — an  island  of  market-gardens.  Our  bridge 
must  be  nearly  a  hundred  feet  above  the  water,  and  from  it  an  exceed- 
ingly beautiful  view  is  presented,  with  the  warped  ana  mossy  old 
covered  bridge,  built  for  wagon  traffic  in  1812,  as  a  picturesque  feature 
in  the  foreground. 

Having  crossed  to  the  southern  bank  of  the  Susquehanna,  we  are  at 
once  among  rural  scenes.  Here  begins  the  broad  expanse  between  the 
Blue  Ridge  or  South  Mountain,  and  the  front  rank  of  the  Alleghanian 
ranges,  called  the  North  Mountain.  So  much  of  this  expanse  as  lies  in 
Pennsylvania  and  Maryland  is  called  the  Cumberland  (County)  Valley, 
and  its  principal  stream  is  the  Conedegwinit. 

"  It  is  a  splendid  series  of  such  valleys  that  we  are  to  traverse,"  I 
say  to  my  companions.  "  Always  on  our  left,  and  southeast  of  us,  the 
chain  of  the  Blue  Ridge;  always  on  the  right  hand  and  northward,  the 
bold  front  of  the  Alleghanies.  Sometimes,  as  here,  these  ranges  will  be 
thirty  miles  apart.  Sometimes  they  will  come  close  together.  Below 
this  valley  lies  that  of  the  Shenandoah.  Beyond  that  the  basin  of  the 
Roanoke,  and  so  on.  Sometimes  we  shall  turn  aside  into  the  mountains 
themselves,  or  stop  to  rest  beneath  their  shadow." 

"  What  a  lovely  time  wc  are  to  have  ! "  exclaimed  Prue  delightedly, 
and  tucked  her  hand  in  sign  of  gratitude  within  my  arm;  that  was  reward 
enough  for  anybody. 

Meanwhile  we  were  out  among  the  farms — forests  of  maize,  the 
tassels  and  flag-like  leaves  nodding  and  snapping  under  the  breeze  raised 
by  our  swift  passing;  yellow  spaces  of  stubble,  where  acres  upon  acres 
of  grain  have  stood;  blossoming  squares  of  clover;  wide  meadows  of 
pasture  and  hay;  emerald  fields  of  tobacco. 

Though  in  so  high  a  state  of  cultivation,  there  was  a  fair  proportion 
of  woodland,  and  trees  of  great  size  grew  in  the  fence  corners  and  about 
the  houses.  One  might  consider  these  relics  of  the  primeval  forest, 
but  none  of  them  were  older  than  the  settlements,  for  when  the  whites 
first  came  to  this  region,  "  the  whole  extent  of  country  between  the 
South  and  Blue  mountains,  from  the  western  bank  of  the  Susquehanna 
to  Carlisle,  was  without  timber." 

Everything  looked  prosperous.  Not  a  hovel  was  to  be  seen — not 
even  a  poor,  untidy  little  cabin  on  some  bare  knoll.  Every  house  seemed 


to  be  a  homestead  which  had  descended  from  the  fathers,  as,  in  perhaps 
the  majority  of  cases,  was  really  the  fact.  Two  or  three  villages  flitted 
by,  and  a  junction,  whence,  Baily  informed  us,  a  branch  line  led  to 
Williams'  Grove. 

"  What  is  that  !  " 

"  A  sequestered  and  sylvan  retreat  beside  a  murmuring  stream,  or 
something  of  that  sort,"  says  Bailey,  "where  the  National  Grange  has 
held  an  annual  assemblage  for  so  many  years  that  it  has  now  become 
perennial.  It  is  a  sort  of  vast  picnic,  camp-meeting,  agricultural  fair 
and  political  mass  meeting,  all  mixed  into  one,  and  a  hundred'  thou- 
sand persons  visit  it  every  year.  There's  a  heap  o'  fun  to  be  had  there 
among  the  grangers  and  their  girls  !  "  exclaims  the  volatile  Baily. 

A  little  later  we  came  to  another  junction.  Our  glib  companion  did 
not  stop — he  simply  changed  his  subject. 

"  That's  the  line  to  Gettysburg — only  an  hour's  ride.  Mighty  pretty 
country,  and  lots  of  people  run  down  there  to  see  the  famous  battle- 
ground, and  to  kick  up  the  dust  searching  for  bullets." 

Off  to  the  right  and  ahead  of  the  junction,  a  lot  of  low  white  build- 
ing's, in  the  midst  of  wide  and  highly  cultivated  farm  lands,  next 
attracted  attention. 

"Hello!"  was  his  remark,  "There's  the  government  school  for 
Indian  children." 

"Ah,  yes;  I  read  a  long  article  describing  it  in  Harper  s  Magazine 
for  April,  1881.  P'our  or  five  hundred  boys  and  girls  are  gathered  there 
from  all  sorts  of  tribes  and  every  part  of  the  country  where  the  red  man 
now  remains,  and  are  turned  out  good  farmers,  craftsmen  and  house- 
keepers, to  become  teachers  and  exemplars  to  their  own  people.  This 
town  we  are  entering,  must  therefore  be  Carlisle." 

Carlisle  it  is — one  of  the  oldest  settlements  in  the  region.  The 
railway  runs  right  along  the  middle  of  the  principal  street,  where  the 
best  houses,  the  public  buildings  and  the  finest  stores  are  situated.  Thus 
one  gets  quite  as  good  an  idea  of  the  neat  Utile  city  as  if  he  rode  about 
it  for  a  week.  Rooms  in  an  ordinary  building  serve  as  station  offices, 
and  passengers  alight  from  the  train  almost  upon  the  sidewalk  in  front 
of  the  principal  hotels — a  home-like  welcoming  arrangement,  giving  a 
pleasant  impression. 

Just  beyond  the  stopping-place,  on  the  right,  stand  the  spacious 
grounds  and  buildings  of  Dickinson  College,  where  from  100  to  150 
students  gather  annually.  One  of  its  early  professors  has  become  a  very 
famous  man — Spencer  F.  Baird,  Secretary  of  the  Smithsonian  Institution 
and  United  States  Commissioner  of  Fisheries. 

Beyond  Carlisle  the  country  became  more  rolling  and  better 
wooded.  Wide  areas  of  clover  appeared,  and  the  roadsides  were  richly 
blue  for  a  little  way  with  an  aster-like  blossom  in  the  greatest  profusion, 
beside  which  grew  the  sulphur-yellow  heads  of  toad-flax.  Enormous 
corn  fields  undulated  over  the  knolls,  and  nowhere  was  there  to  be  seen  a 
particle  of  swampy,   or  stony  or  waste  land.     Every  rod  paid  toll  in 


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produce  or  pasturage,  timber  or  fuel,  to  the  thrifty  husbandmen.  The 
very  towns,  Newville,  Shippensburg,  Chambersburg  (a  large,  active 
place,  with  a  good  deal  of  manufacturing),  Greencastle,  and  the  smaller 
ones  between,  all  betray  the  same  feeling.  They  are  compact  and  well- 
kempt.  The  houses  stand  in  blocks  and  are  set  flush  upon  the  street. 
Each  shines  with  neatness  and  clean  paint,  and  in  the  little  garden 
behind  you  can  hardly  walk  for  the  trees,  bushes  and  vines  bearing  fruit, 
or  the  vegetables,  set  as  thickly  as  they  will  grow.  Land  is  very  valu- 
able, and  must  not  be  wasted. 

These  villages  and  the  rich  farms  were  an  object  of  great  long- 
ing to  the  Confederate  captains  whose  forces  lay  so  short  a  distance 
southward,  and  especially  to  the  cavalry  champions  of  the  Shenandoah 
valley.  During  the  early  part  of  the  great  civil  conflict,  whose  blood- 
iest battlefields  we  are  destined  to  see,  the  Union  line  of  defense  along 
the  Potomac  was  too  strong  to  make  feasible  any  raiding  northward 
of  that  river  ;  but  at  the  end  of  July,  1864,  when  Early  was  making  so 
strong  a  demonstration  on  the  lower  Shenandoah,  and  before  the 
cavalry  army  of  Sheridan  had  been  formed  to  check  and  ultimately  to 
defeat  him,  more  than  one  rebel  raid  was  executed  into  this  region. 

The  most  extensive  and  dreadful  of  all  these  descents  was 
McCausland's  celebrated  cavalry  dash,  wherein  he  passed  behind  the  Union 
lines  at  Hagerstown,  and  suddenly  appeared  in  Chambersburg,  with  a 
demand  for  $100,000  in  gold  instantly  as  a  ransom,  failing  which  he 
would  burn  the  town.  It  was  impossible  to  pay  the  ransom,  and  the 
town  was  defenceless.    A  few  moments,  therefore,  saw  the  torch  applied. 

Meanwhile  detachments  had  gone  northward  even  as  far  as  Carlisle, 
and  they  will  show  you  there  two  or  three  marks  of  its  brief  bombard- 
ment ;  but  a  large  Union  force  going  quickly  after  the  raiders,  they 
retreated  westward  out  of  the  valley,  doing  such  harm  as  was  possible 
in  their  flight.  In  one  respect  this  great  fire  was  a  blessing  to  the 
burned  town,  for  from  its  ashes  rose  a  new  city  far  superior  in  appear- 
ance and  conveniences. 

Near  Chambersburg  branch  railways  diverge  to  Waynesboro,  and  to 
Loudon,  Richmond  and  Mercersburg.  The  main  line  continues  to 
Martinsburg  on  the  Baltimore  and  Ohio  Railroad,  but  its  practical 
terminus  is  at  Hagerstown,  Maryland.  Here  terminates,  also,  the 
Western  Maryland  Railway,  going  to  Baltimore  ;  and  the  Shenandoah 
Valley  road  stretching  southward  as  the  second  link  of  that  great 
Virginia,  Tennessee  and  Georgia  Air  Line  system,  which  is  better 
known  as  "  The  Shenandoah  Route." 


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II. 

IN  AND  ABOUT  HAGERSTOWN. 

Traditions  of  Early  Settlements  in  Western  Maryland. — Fort  Cresap.— Founding 
Hagerstown.— Extraordinary    Fertility    of    the     Antietam   Valley.— The 
National  Pike. — "Public  Tuesday." — Picturesque    Peculiarities. — 
War  History    of    the    Neighborhood. 

Though  Hagerstown  is  in  Maryland,  and  a  young  lady  there  was 
offended  when  I  mentioned  what  I  am  about  to  say,  our  feeling  was, 
that  we  had  not  yet  left  Pennsylvania.  This  is  due  to  the  fact  that  the 
earliest  settlers,  like  the  pioneers  into  the  valley  of  the  Susquehanna, 
were  Germans  ;  and  they  brought  with  them  a  certain  method  and 
architecture  which  stamp  their  settlements,  irrespective  of  state  lines, 
all  the  way  from  the  Delaware  to  the  Potomac. 

It  was  early  in  the  last  century  when  Europeans  first  invaded  this 
smiling  valley  of  the  Antietam.  Tradition  says  the  earliest  one  of  all 
was  that  John  Howard,  who  is  credited  with  being  the  first  white  man 
to  see  the  Ohio,  and  who  went  thither  by  this  route.  Then  came  and 
settled  here  a  group  of  hardy  frontiersmen,  of  whom  Thomas  Cresap 
became  famous  as  an  Indian  fighter  in  a  community  always  at  war  with 
the  "  red  varmints," — Shawnees,  Catawbas  or  Delawares.  The  central 
settlement  was  at  Long  Meadows,  about  three  miles  from  Hagerstown, 
where  a  fort  of  logs  and  stone  was  built. 

"  That  was  Castle  Cresap,  was  it  not?  "  Asks  Prue,  whose  interest 
in  history  never  flags. 

"The  same,"  I  reply.  In  1730  there  came  to  the  district,  from 
Germany,  a  Captain  Hager,  who  made  a  home  a  mile  east  of  Castle 
Cresap,  which  he  labeled  Hager's  Delight.  He  must  have  been  a  man 
of  more  than  ordinary  abilities,  I  think,  since  he  had  previously 
received  a  patent  for  lands  now  within  the  city  of  Philadelphia. 
Hager's  first  home  was  on  the  Antietam,  and  was  a  building  of  logs 
having  an  arched  cellar  of  stone,  to  which  the  family  would  retire 
whenever  they  were  attacked  by  Indians. 

By  1762  there  were  people  enough  in  the  neighborhood  to  suggest 
to  Hager  the  idea  of  having  a  town-centre.  So  he  laid  off  streets 
across  a  piece  of  swampy  poor  land,  and  called  the  plot  Elizabeth- 
town,   after  his  wife. 

"  It    seems  to  have  been  an  unusually  good  class    of  immigrants 
who  came  in   here,"  Prue  remarks  (Baily  has  gone  to  sleep),    "for  I 
.  remember   reading   many   a   stirring   incident    of    Revolutionary    story 
in  which  these  people  had  a  part." 

By  the  beginning  of  the  present  century,  Elizabeth  Hager's  Town,  or 
simply  Hagerstown,  as  it  was  beginning  to  be  called,  had  become  an 
important  centre.  The  valley  was  noted  for  its  great  crops.  There 
were  fifty  grist  mills  in  the  neighborhood,  three  iron  mines,  and  half  a 
dozen  furnaces  and  forges,  where  pig-iron  was  cast  and  bars  and  hollow- 
ware  were  made.     Markets,  churches  and  substantial  houses  of  brick  or 


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stone,  many  of  which  remain,  had  built  up  the  town,  whither  nearly  all 
the  business  came,  and  about  which  the  first  macadamized  roads  in 
America  had  been  laid  down.  Large  plantations  had  been  organized  by 
slave  labor,  and  civilization  was  radiating  farther  and  farther  into  the 
mountains. 

Some  outlet  was  required  ;  better  means  of  getting  products  out  to  the 
seaboard  and  merchandise  in  ;  improved  routes  of  communication  with 
the  seaboard.  To  fill  this  want  the  National  Pike  was  begun.  Properly 
speaking,  the  Pike  ran  from  Cumberland  to  Wheeling,  since  only  that 
part  of  it  was  built  by  the  Federal  government ;  the  part  from  Cumber- 
land to  Baltimore  having  been  constructed  under  law  by  certain  Mary- 
land banks,  which  found  its  toils  a  source  of  great  profit.  Its  glory  has 
departed,  but  when  coaching  days  were  palmy  no  other  post  road  in  the 
country  did  an  equal  business.  "The  wagons  were  so  numerous,"  says 
Howard  Pyle,  in  an  article  upon  it  {Harper  s  Magazine,  November,  1S79), 
"  that  the  leaders  of  one  team  had  their  noses  in  the  trough  at  the  end  of 
the  next  wagon  ahead,  and  the  coaches  drawn  by  four  or  six  horses 
dashed  along  at  a  speed  of  which  a  modern  limited  express  might  not 
feel  ashamed." 

Many  are  the  good  stories  which  cluster  about  this  portion  of  that 
busy  highway!  Hagerstown  has  now  about  8,500  people,  less  than 
five  hundred  of  which  are  foreign  born.     If  you  go  there  on  a  Tuesday, 


HAGEKSTOVVN. 


however,  you  will  think  the  whole  35,000  in  Washington  county  have 
come  to  town.  Public  Tuesday  is  an  old  custom,  begun  by  accident, 
but  now  crystallized  into  a  rule  of  life  in  that  region.  It  is  on  that  day 
that  courts  of  record  are  open  ;  that  every  business  man  tries  to  be  at 
home  and  every  countryman  makes  his  errand  to  town.  That  is  the 
time  of  tax-sales,  auctions,  hucksterings,  cheap  shows  and  everything 
that  seeks  a  crowd. 


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Hagerstown  is  picturesque,  well-built  and  prosperous,  with  a  strong 
tendency  toward  manufacturing.  From  its  homes  on  the  hill,  where 
Prospect  street  asserts  its  superiority,  a  wonderfully  pleasing  picture  is 
presented.  The  town,  with  its  quaint  old  houses,  many  of  them  of  log, 
more  of  brick,  old-fashioned  and  embowered  in  foliage,  forms  a  pretty 
foreground  for  the  wide  space  of  valley  which  stretches  away  to  the 
mountains  circling  about,  in  one  blue,  continuous  wall. 

Prue  found  good  friends  there — where  doesn't  she  ?  and  one  even- 
ing we  sat  upon  a  certain  rear  porch,  eating  grapes  and  talking  over  the 
great  war-drama  enacted  in  that  valley  between  North  and  South  only  a 


HAGERSTOWN    STATION. 


score  of  years  ago.  Our  host  and  hostess  had  seen  it  all,  and  the  story 
seemed  very  real  when  they  could  point  out  each  spot  and  say,  "  Here, 
on  that  hill,"  or  "there,  where  you  see  those  trees,"  such  and  such  a 
scene  occurred.  The  town  was  seldom,  if  ever,  free  from  military  occu- 
pation from  beginning  to  end.  Its  strategic  importance  was  not  great, 
however,  and  it  was  held  alternately  by  northern  and  southern  com- 
manders who  had  designs  elsewhere.  Lee's  great  movement  northward 
toward  Gettysburg,  and  his  masterly  retreat  therefrom,  gave  to  Hagers- 
town its  greatest  war  incident ;  but  it  must  not  be  forgotten  that 
Antietam  also  was  fought  within  sight  and  hearing  of  the  village. 


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III. 

PEN-MAR  AND  BLUE    MOUNTAIN. 

Baily's  noble  Self-sacrifice.— How  Prue  and  I  ran  a  Gauntlet.— A  Shady  Walk  to  Pen- 
Mar. — Picnic    Arrangements. — Carriages. — Dancing. — The   Blue 
Mountain  House.— Mc.  Quirauk  and  High  Rock. — 
Seventy-five  Miles  at  a  Glance. 

One  evening  we  left  Hagerstovvn  and  went  out  to  spend  a  day  at  the 
Blue  Mountain  House  and  Pen-Mar,  twenty  miles  away  on  the  line  of 
the  Western  Maryland  Railroad.  The  former  is  a  fashionable  summer 
hotel,  but  Pen-Mar  is  a  great  picnic  "resort"  or  pleasure-ground,  to 
which  every  day  of  the  warm  part  of  the  year  gather  excursions  from 
surrounding  towns,  but  chiefly  from  Baltimore  and  its  neighborhood. 
Every  few  days  there  arises  some  occasion  when  two  or  three  thousand 
pleasure-seekers  gather  by  special  trains  and  overrun  the  place.  Gen- 
erally the  grounds  are  nearly  deserted  by  sunset  ;  but  now  and  then  an 
excursion  party  remains  merry-making  through  the  evening. 

There  were  to  be  some  "doings  "  of  this  sort  that  night,  and  they 
promised  to  be  worth  seeing,  while  there  would  be  opportunity  for  Prue 
to  dance  to  her  heart's  content,  that  is,  if  she  were  willing  to  dance  with 
me,  since  she  knew  nobody  else. 

"  But  there  was  Baily,"  you  will  say  to  yourself. 

Yes,  but  I  told  Baily  that  he  couldn't  stop,  but  must  go  on  to  Balti- 
more and  come  back  next  morning.  Somebody  had  to.  The  Western 
Maryland  Railroad  must  be  inspected.  Self-sacrifice,  always  admirable, 
had  to  be  made,  and  I  nobly  said  Baily  should  make  it.  It  is  not  in  me 
to  rob  a  man  of  a  chance  for  glory. 

So  Baily  went  on,  while  we  stopped  at  the  Blue  Mountain  House, 
toiling  up  the  long  hill  from  the  station  to  the  breezy  heights  the  house 
stands  upon,  running  the  gauntlet  of  the  curious  staring  of  two  or  three 
hundred  visitors  in  holiday  dress,  who  filled  the  veranda  and  hallways, 
and  finally  reaching  our  room  with  much  the  feeling  of  a  kitten  astray  at 
a  dog  show.  But  when  we  had  washed  our  faces  and  brushed  our  hair, 
and  Prue  had  put  on  that- soft,  cream-white  dress,  in  which  her  sweet- 
ness is  shown  to  best  advantage,  then — why  then,  you  know,  we  were 
two  of  the  dogs — a  part  of  the  show — and  didn't  mind  the  inquisitive 
crowd  at  all. 

After  tea,  we  walked  half  a  mile  or  so  through  the  woods  along  a 
smooth  and  winding  path  to  Pen-Mar.  Here  the  Western  Maryland 
railway,  a  few  years  ago,  bought  an  extensive  tract  of  woodland  near  the 
top  of  the  South  mountain,  where  their  road  passes  over  (or  through)  it. 
This  is  just  upon  the  line  between  the  states  of  Pennsylvania  and  Mary- 
land, and  the  first  syllables  of  each  give  the  combination,  which  I  took 
to  be  some  strange  Cornish  or  Welsh  word,  until  it  was  explained. 

"I  wonder,"  said  that  incorrigible  Baily,  when  he  heard  of  it,  "why 
they  didn't  choose  the  first  and  last  syllables  instead,  and  so  produce 
Maria  ?  " 


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That's  about  the  size  of  his  taste  ! 

We  found  a  broad  and  tolerably  level  area  of  mountain  side  from 
which  enough  trees  and  underbrush  had  been  cleared  away  to  give  place 
for  roads  and  buildings,  and  to  allow  an  outlook.  Many  small  tables 
and  benches  were  scattered  about,  where  family  groups  had  spread  their 
luncheon.  For  those  who  did  not  bring  baskets  a  large  dining  hall 
offered  an  excellent  meal  at  fifty  cents,  and  at  several  booths  fruit  and 
cooling  drinks  (but  no  intoxicants)  could  be  bought.  For  the  little  ones 
swings,  whirligigs,  a  short  gravity  railway,  shooting  galleries,  bowling 
alleys  and  the  like  were  provided  at  the  smallest  fees,  and  two  or  three 
photographers  flourished  by  a  trade  in  "  tin  types." 

The  finely  constructed  roads  were  noisy  with  carriages,  and  public 
hacks  carried  parties  to  the  top  of  the  mountain  and  back  for  ten  or  fif- 
teen cents  a  fare.  As  it  was  moonlight  the  hacks  were  busy  even  now  ; 
but  the  main  evening-attraction  was  the  large  covered  dancing  floor, 
open  on  all  sides  save  where  the  musicians  sat. 

It  was  well  toward  midnight  when  the  whistles  called  the  merry- 
makers to  the  last  train.  Prue  said  she  was  glad  she  was  not  one  of 
them,  but  instead  might  walk  pleasantly  homeward  through  the  fra- 
grant woods  and  the  glancing  moonlight. 

The  Blue  Mountain  House  is  much  like  many  another  great  summer- 
season  caravansary.  It  was  erected  by  the  Blue  Ridge  Hotel  Company, 
in  1883,  and  as  it  "filled  a  long-felt  want  for  a  first- class  resort,  within 
easy  reach  of  Baltimore,  Washington  and  Philadelphia,"  it  was  necessary 
to  greatly  enlarge  it  before  the  opening  of  the  season  of  1884.  The 
capacity  of  the  hotel  is  now  400  guests.  The  building  is  splendidly  fur- 
nished throughout,  has  large  rooms,  en  suite  and  single,  with  all  modern 
conveniences,  "special  regard  being  paid  to  the  safety,  comfort  and 
health  of  its  guests."  Sanitary  arrangements  are  carefully  planned  and 
constructed;  there  is  soft  mountain  spring  water  in  abundance,  and  the 
premises  are  lighted  by  gas.  In  front  of  the  hotel  is  an  extensive  lawn, 
handsomely  laid  out  and  planted  with  young  trees,  which  some  day  will 
grow  to  be  very  charming  no  doubt.  Meanwhile  there  is  nothing  to 
obstruct  the  outlook  from  the  front  piazzas  across  the  gnarled  tops  of  the 
pines  at  the  foot  of  the  lawn,  to  the  wide  expanse  of  the  Cumberland 
valley  and  the  far  blue  wall  of  the  North  mountain. 

A  pleasant  walk  of  half  a  mile  or  so  up  the  mountain  brings  you  to 
where  a  rocky  crag,  called  High  Rock,  rears  its  head  above  the  forest,  and 
here  the  proprietors  have  built  an  observatory  three  or  four  stories  in 
height,  where  a  hundred  people  at  once  may  sit  with  the  western  world 
at  their  feet.  The  crest  of  the  mountain,  however,  is  several  hundreds 
of  feet  higher  and  reached  by  a  winding  road.  On  the  summit,  where 
the  mountain  drops  steeply  away  on  each  side  from  a  narrow  ridge,  a 
tower  has  been  built  which  far  overtops  the  tallest  trees. 

This  is  Mount  Quirauk  (pronounced  Quirr-owk),  and  from  it  the 
observer  looks  both  ways  and  up  and  down  the  range.  He  sees  how  the 
Blue  Ridge,  here,  as  elsewhere,  is  really  in  two  lines  or  double,  the  more 


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western  part  being  the  higher  and  more  continuous.  Just  here  there  is  a 
breaking  down  of  the  continuity,  the  depression  forming  a  broad  gap, 
which  during  the  late  war  was  carefully  guarded  by  Federal  troops  in 
protection  of  lower  Maryland.  The  bottom  of  this  gap  is  cultivated,  but 
elsewhere  the  mountain  is  covered  with  forest. 

We  stand  upon  the  western  summit,  here  at  Quirauk,  and  looking 
eastward  can  distinguish  to-day  only  the  misty,  prairie-like  expanse  of 
central  Maryland;  but  when  the  air  is  exceptionally  clear,  one  can  detect 
the  shimmer  of  Chesapeake  bay. 

Turning  our  eyes  westward  and  northward,  a  sharp  and  varied  pic- 
ture is  spread  before  us  under  the  warm  sunlight.  On  the  horizon,  so 
far  away  as  to  be  vaguely  enchanting,  lie  the  folds  of  Appalachia,  rank 
behind  rank.  Studying  them  we  can  see  how  the  Little  North  mountain 
and  the  Great  North  mountain  overlap  ;  can  pick  out  certain  peaks,  and 
find  where  "  gaps"  go  through;  while  southward,  just  at  the  end  of  the 
picture,  are  the  varied  headlands  at  Harper's  Ferry.  It  is  seventy-five 
miles  from  one  end  of  that  line  of  mountains  to  the  other  ! 

And  what  between?  The  great  smooth  plain  of  the  Potomac,  known 
on  this  side   as   the  Cumberland,  and  beyond  as  the  Shenandoah  valley. 
It  is  nowhere  perfectly  fiat,  yet  nowhere  elevated  into  hills.    It  is  divided 
into    innumerable    fields   and    patches  of  woodland,  whose    long-settled 
boundaries   are    marked    by   lines   of  full-grown   trees    or  by  luxuriant 
hedge-rows,  as  in  a  well-ordered  park.     The  varied  crops  grown— green 
grass,  dull  clover,  golden  stubble,  with  the  warm  red-brown  of  the  plowed 
land  and  the  graceful  interference  of  groves,  make  an  irregular  mosaic 
very  pleasant  to  look  upon.     In  the  centre  of  each  cluster  of  fields  stands 
a  white  farm-house  with  its   shade  trees,  its  huge  barns  and  surrounding 
orchards.   Here  and  there,  where  we  can  trace  the  white  threads  of  roads 
crossing,  will  be  seen  a  group  of  such  houses  and  the  steeple  of  a  church. 
At    wider   intervals,    a  village    with    compact   masses    of  brick,  and  the 
smoke  of  factories  to  distinguish  it.      Waynesboro,  the  largest  of  these, 
is  close  at  hand,   and  its  great  factories  for  the  making  of  agricultural 
machinery  are  in  plain  view.     Hagerstown,  twenty  miles  away,  becomes 
a  cluster  of  spires.  The  scene  is  one  of  agricultural  thrift  and  prosperity, 
which  it  would  be  hard  to  parallel.     Nowhere  is  there  a  bit  of  waste  land, 
nowhere  a  mean  farm  or  miserable  shanty.    Everywhere  industry  and  cul- 
tivation and  general  content.    No  worse  shadows  lie  upon  it  than  those  the 
drifting  clouds  throw  picturesquely  down,  and  the  winds  as  quickly  snatch 


awav.  ,     . 


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IV. 
ON  THE  WESTERN  MARYLAND  RAILWAY. 

The   Fast  Mail. — Baily  wants   to  go   a-fishing. — Rushing  through  a  Farmer's  Para- 
dise.— Pretty   Girl    at    Westminster. — Prue    is  Shoclced. — Another   Pretty 
Girl. — Mountains  in  Line  of  Battle. — Trout-brooks  and  Artists' 
Foregrounds.— Enthusiasm   Justified. 

Baily  telegraphed  me  that  he  would  be  back  on  a  train  passing 
Pen-Mar  in  the  early  evening,  and  we  resolved  to  go  forward  at  the 
same  hour.  The  poor  fellow  was  aghast  when  he  saw  us  at  the  station  ; 
but  I  pointed  out  to  him  that  there  was  need  to  make  haste,  as  it  really 
was  of  no  importance  to  the  world  that  he  should  stop  at  the  big  hotel 
or  dance  with  some  pretty  girl  at  the  picnic  grounds.  So  he  lugged  his 
valise  back  into  the  car,  and  we  sped  away  down  the  hill  toward  Hagers- 
tovvn. 

"  Now,"  said  Prue,  kindly  wishing  to  comfort  him,  "  I've  no  doubt 
you  had  a  charming  trip — tell  us  all  about  it." 

"Well,  I  was  too  vexed  at  going  to  take  much  notice,  except  that 
we  slid  down  the  long  hill  with  most  amazing  speed,  and  then,  before  I 
knew  it,  the  mountains  were  out  of  sight,  and  we  had  rattled  through  a 
lot  of  towns  without  as  much  as  saying  '  By  your  leave  ! '  and  there  we 
were  in  Baltimore." 

"  That  was  the  fast  mail,  my  boy.  It  gathers  itself  together  from 
Memphis  and  New  Orleans  and  Atlanta,  and  all  the  rest  of  the  far 
South,  at  Cleveland,  Tennessee,  and  comes  through  by  the  way  of  the 
Norfolk  and  Western,  Shenandoah  Valley  and  Western  Maryland  rail- 
ways, to  Baltimore  and  Washington  in  the  quickest  time  ever  made  on 
southern  railroads." 

"  I  dare  say  that  was  the  train  I  returned  on." 

"  No,  this  is  the  '  Memphis  Express,'  but  it  also  is  a  fast  train." 

"Fast?  Why  we  shot  out  of  those  tunnels  from  the  Union  Station, 
in  Baltimore,  on  Charles  street,  where  all  the  Northern  Central 
and  Pennsylvania  trains  come  and  go  to  New  York  and  Washington, 
as  though  we  had  been  fired  from  a  gun  !  Then  in  a  minute  or 
two  we  were  scooting  along  the  banks  of  a  little  stream  which  rippled 
gayly  across  a  pretty  meadow,  dodging  here  and  there  through 
thickets,  in  and  out  of  little  pools,  under  foot  bridges  and  over  stone 
barriers,  and  I  wanted  to  get  out  and  go  a-fishing." 

"  Why  didn't  you?" 

"Circumstances  opposed.  First,  I  hadn't  a  rod;  second,  hadn't  a 
hook  ;  third,  hadn't  any  bait ;  fourth,  no  fish  there — too  near  town  ; 
fifth,  we  were  running  so  dam —  " 

"  Oh  !  "  cried  Prue  in  a  shocked  tone. 

" — agingly  fast,"  continued  Baily  entirely  unmoved  by  her  interjec- 
tion, "  that  before  I  could  fairly  think  about  it,  we  had  leaped  the  brook 
and  were  racing  past  orchards  red  with  apples,  and  fields  gray  with 
the    stubble    of    wheat   and    noisy  with   the    sound    of    threshers,    and 


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every  few  miles  there  would  be  a  banging  of  switches  and  a  rushing 
by  a  small  station,  all  the  houses  of  which  seemed  to  rock  and  dance 
before  our  eyes  as  though  a  first-class  earthquake  had  put  its  shoulder 
under  'em.  Then  came  a  big  bang  and  we  stopped  at  Westminster. 
I  tell  you  it's  a  pretty  country  round  there  !  I  don't  wonder  Johnny  Reb 
thought  he  was  in  clover  when  he  raided  up  through  Maryland.  But  we 
could  spare  only  a  minute  for  Westminster — never  saw  anybody  in 
such  a  hurry  as  was  that  conductor  !  There  was  an  awfully  pretty  girl 
at  the  next  station,  and  I  spoke  to  her,  and  was  going  to  get  acquainted, 
and  in  a  minute   more  would  have  kissed  her  good-by  I'm  sure — " 

"  Baily  !  "  says  my  wife  severely. 

*'0h,  I  didn't,  Mrs.  Prue — really  I  didn't  you  know!  But  before 
I'd  got  my  lips  unpuckered  we  were  where  I  wanted  to  go  fishing  again 
— and  I'd  a  caught  something  there,  I'm  sure.  Sometimes  this  stream 
would  go  dashing  down  little  cataracts,  and  then  it  would  slide  along 
weedy  shallows  under  the  willow  and  sycamore  trees,  where  cattle  were 
standing  knee  deep  in  the  cool  clean  current.  Paths  led  up  to  pleasant 
farmhouses,  and  here  and  there  the  dammed  river — " 

'' Afr.  Baily,"  Prue  breaks  in,  "is  it  necessary  that  you  use 
profane  language  ?  " 

"  Eh  ?  Why  I  was  only  saying  that  dams  here  and  there  had  raised 
the  water  into  pretty  lakes  where  an  old  mill-wheel  would  be  lazily 
turning  and  boats  were  floating,  and  the  summer  sky  was  mirrored  blue 
and  still.  I  came  near  jumping  off.  Just  think  of  it !  Fishing, 
swimming  and  boating,  all  close  by,  and  I  not  in  it  ! 

"  Pretty  soon  we  came  to  Frederick  Junction,  where  anybody  that 
wanted  to  could  change  cars  for  Frederick,  and  a  lot  of  other  places 
north  and  south.  The  other  road  ran  beneath  ours  and  a  young  lady 
got  off  here,  and  I  was  going  to  help  her  down  the  stairs  ;  but  just  as 
I  was  making  the  arrangement  nicely,  our  train  started  and  I  nearly  got 
left." 

"That  would  have  been  rough,"  I  remarked.  "But  likely  you 
would  have  '  got  left '  in  any  case." 

"  N-no,"  Baily  responded  slowly,  "  I'm  almost  sorry  I  didn't  stick 
by  her.  However,  there  wasn't  much  time  to  cry  over  it.  I  could  see 
the  mountains  plainly  ahead  now — a  long  wall  of  'em  and  they  marched 
right  toward  us  in  line  of  battle  and  kept  rising  higher  and  higher,  while 
green  foot-hills  and  pretty  glens,  holding  the  gay  little  river,  and 
magnificent  farms,  flitted  past  in  a  swift  panorama  as  though  they  were 
all  fleeing  pell-mell  before  the  advance  of  the  great  Blue  Ridge. 
'T  wasn't  really  so,  you  know,"  Baily  explained,  "but  it  looked  so 
because  we  were  going  ahead  like  the  dev — " 

Prue  sprang  to  her  feet  and  looked  daggers  at  the  excited  narrator. 
I  held  up  my  hand  and  tried  to  stop  his  lips,  but  the  effort  was  too  late. 
Out  it  came  in  Baily's  full  power  of  voice  :  "  — devotees  of  the  race- 
course ;  and  in  less  than  no  time  we  were  slap  into  the  mountains, 
twisting  around  curves  and  corners  so  fast,  I   thought  the  engineer  was 


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playing  'crack  the  whip'  with  us.  Then  I  ^/^ want  to  go  a-fishing  ! 
Here  we  were  a-calawhooping  along  a  sort  of  shelf  or  balcony  at  the 
side  of  a  deep  ravine,  and  down  at  the  bottom  flowed  the  most  beautiful 
torrent,  dashing  and  splashing  and  having  a  right  good  time  under  the 
trees  and  among  the  boulders.  I  could  see  pools  where  I  knew  the 
irout  must  be  lying,  and  nobody  there  to  disturb  'em,  and  I  tell  you  I 
did  want  to  go  a-fishing!  " 

"  I  don't  doubt  it !  Was  the  place  a  pretty  one — good  for  an  artist 
as  well  as  an  angler  ?  " 

"  Pretty?  Why,  man,  old  Sonntag  himself  couldn't  ask  for  abetter 
place  to  sit  and  paint  !  The  mountain  is  cleft  by  a  great  irregular  gap 
down  which  comes  this  bounding  stream.  It  is  wooded  everywhere  with 
the  most  varied  and  abundant  foliage.  You  look  away  down  into  its 
narrow  cliff-walled  gorge,  and  away  up  to  dim  heights  on  the  other  side, 
and  every  little  while  you  can  see  out  beyond,  across  the  Maryland  low- 
lands, where  the  sunlight  is  filling  the  whole  world  with  color  and  light 
and  cheerfulness.  When  you  have  been  up  that  Western  Maryland  Rail- 
road once,  you  will  resolve  that  it  sha'nt  be  the  last  time." 

Well,  Baily  was  enthusiastic  and  talked  fast,  but  he  didn't  over- 
praise the  comfort  and  delight  of  travel  by  that  fine  railroad  which  brings 
to  our  southern  trunk-line  the  fast  mail  from  the  north,  and  carries  the 
greater  part  of  the  passengers  from  Baltimore  and  Washington  to  the 
mountain  summer  resorts,  and  to  the  south  and  southwest. 

Its  through  trains  not  only  come  into  the  depot  of  the  Shenandoah 
Valley  at  Hagerstown,  instead  of  into  their  own,  but  its  coaches  run 
"through"  between  Roanoke  and  Baltimore. 


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V. 

THE  ANTIETAM  AND  THE  POTOMAC. 

Prue  Criticises  the  Author.— Dutch  Barns  —Ringgold's  Manor. — Indian  War-paths.— 

Battlefield  of  the  Antietam.— Lee's  Head-quarters.— The  Potomac  Surprises  us. 

— Shepherdstown. — Recollections  of   the   Bucktails. — Ramsay's 

Steamboat. — Pack-horse  Ford  and  the  Slaughter  of  the 

Corn  E.Kchange  Regiment. 

It  was  a  charmingly  bright  morning  when  we  bade  Hagerstown 
good  bye,  and  toolc  our  places  in  the  train  on  the  Shenandoah  Valley 
Railway  bound  southward.  Passengers  had  come  in  on  the  Western 
Maryland  Railway,  and  others  on  the  Cumberland  Valley,  and  now 
appeared  after  their  breakfast  at  the  station  with  smiling  faces.  Com- 
parisons are  odious,  but  a  better  meal  than  one  gets  at  the  railway 
restaurant  in  Hagerstown  is  unnecessary  to  either  health  or  comfort. 

"  That's  a  point  you're  forever  thinking  about,"  says  Prue,  a  little 
spitefully. 

*'Iam,  I  acknowledge.  It's  of  immense  importance.  Why  is  it  I 
always  prefer  the  Santa  Fe  route  across  the  plains  ?  Because  I  am  sure 
of  good  meals.  When  one  is  traveling  in  the  West  or  South,  that  con- 
sideration is  doubly  worth  forethought.  The  certainty  of  finding  well- 
cooked  and  abundant  food  was  one  great  reason  for  my  choosing  this 
route  for  our  present  trip." 

"  Well,  I  wouldn't  be  so  particular." 

"Why  not?     It's  largely  your  fault  if   I  am." 

"How,  pray  tell?" 

"  Because  you  have  educated  me  to  so  good  living  at  home  !  " 

That  softens  the  critic.  Prue  is  justly  proud  of  her  tidy  and  accurate 
house-keeping. 

The  face  of  the  country  roughens  somewhat  south  of  Hagerstown, 
and  a  gradual  but  decided  change  in  the  appearance  of  things  is  notice- 
able. The  special  feature  of  the  German  farming  region  is  preserved 
everywhere,  however,  north  of  the  Potomac — I  mean  the  huge  barns. 
While  the  houses  are  generally  comfortable  and  sometimes  large,  they 
are  inconspicuous  in  the  landscape  beside  the  barns,  which  are  magnifi- 
cent— no  simpler  adjective  will  answer.  They  are  not  quite  so  big  as 
Chicago  elevators,  but  far  more  spacious  than  most  churches.  A  few 
are  built  of  wood  upon  a  stone  substructure  which  serves  as  a  stable  ;  but 
the  majority  are  of  stone  with  wooden  sheds  attached.  The  stone  barns, 
having  long  slits  of  windows  left  for  ventilation,  resemble  forts  pierced 
for  musketry  ;  while  a  few  new  barns  made  of  brick,  secure  the  needful 
air  by  leaving  holes,  each  the  size  of  one  brick,  arranged  in  fantastic 
patterns  up  and  down  the  gable  ends. 

The  first  stop  out  of  Hagerstown  is  at  St.  James,  a  district  full  of 
reminiscence  which  Prue  calls  to  mind  at  the  sight  of  a  group  of  buildings 
on  the  right  alittle  beyond  the  station.  This  was  "  Ringgold's  Manor," 
and  Prue  tells  the  story  as  we  pass  through  the  lands  once  under  his  sway. 


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Among  the  earliest  settlers  of  this  part  of  Maryland  were  the  Ring- 
golds,  whose  estates  amounted  to  17,000  acres  in  one  spot  here,  and 
much  land  elsewhere.  The  manor-house  was  at  Fountain  Rock,  and 
was  a  splendid  mansion  decorated  with  stucco-work  and  carvings  exe- 
cuted in  good  taste.  "  Many  of  the  doors  of  the  mansion,"  Prue 
recounts,  "  were  of  solid  mahogany,  and  the  outbuildings,  appointments, 
etc.,  were  of  the  handsomest  character.  The  architect  was  the  dis- 
tinguished Benjamin  H.  Latrobe,  who  was  also  one  of  the  architects  of 
the  national  capitol  at  Washington.  It  was  General  Ringgold's  practice 
to  drive  to  Washington  in  his  coach-and-four  with  outriders,  and  to  bring 
this  political  associates  home  with  him.  Among  his  guests  were  Presi- 
dent Monroe  and  Henry  Clay.  Mrs.  Clay,  you  know,"  Prue  adds,  '*  was 
a  Hagerstown  girl  named  Lucretia  Hartt.  But  this  lavish  hospitality 
and  great  extravagance  finally  worked  Ringgold's  ruin,  and  when  he 
died  his  estate  went  to  his  creditors." 

"  Yes,"  Baily  adds,  "he  had  a  jolly-dog  way  of  lighting  cigars 
with  bank-notes,  I  have  read  ;  and  each  season  would  sell  a  farm  to  pay 
the  expenses  of  the  preceding  congressional  term." 

The  old  manor-house  was  turned  into  St.  James'  College  many  years 
ago,  but  now  only  a  grammar  school  occupies  the  premises. 

The  streams  hereabout  run  in  deep  ravines  and  give  good  water- 
power.  At  Grimes  station,  the  next  stop,  there  is  an  old-time  stone 
mill  of  huge  proportions,  with  gambrel  roof,  exposed  wheel  and  mossy 
flume,  the  whole  surrounded  by  an  orchard  ;  near  by  stands  the  small, 
half  ruined  stone  cottage  of  the  miller,  nearly  hidden  in  the  trees,  making 
a  charming  subject  for  a  picture. 

Just  beyond  we  get  a  small  glimpse  of  a  river,  deep  and  powerful, 
seen  down  through  a  gorge  which  opens  and  shuts  again  as  we  leap  its 
chasm.  A  few  quaint  houses  (New  Industry)  fill  the  mouth  of  the  gorge, 
but  before  we  can  look  twice  they  are  gone.  Such  is  our  first  sight  of 
the  Potomac. 

Not  far  eastward  of  Grimes  is  Sharpsburg  and  the  mouth  of  the  Antie- 
tam,  a  district  which  seems  to  have  been  especially  populous  in  prehis- 
toric days,  and  where  an  extraordinary  number  of  relics  and  traces  of 
Indian  residence  have  been  found.  At  Martinsburg  lived  a  great  settle- 
ment of  Tuscaroras,  and  upon  the  Opequon,  which  empties  near  there, 
dwelt  a  big  band  of  Shawnees.  At  the  mouth  of  the  Antietam  (which 
flows  southward  parallel  with  the  railroad  and  two  to  four  miles  distant) 
there  occurred  in  1735  a  memorable  battle  between  the  Catawbas  and 
Delawares,  for  whom  the  Potomac  was  a  border  line,  resulting  in  the 
defeat  of  the  Delawares. 

More  thrilling  war  history  than  this  makes  this  station  memorable, 
however,  for  here,  on  September  17th,  1862,  was  fought  a  part  of  the 
great  battle  of  the  Antietam,  the  more  central  struggle  of  which  took  place 
in  the  plain  eastward  of  the  railway.  Here  at  Grimes,  however,  was 
the  extreme  left  of  the  Confederate  line,  where  the  trees  are  still  scarred 
with  the  bullets,  and  the  corn-fields  conceal  the  wasted  shot  of  that  fatal 


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day.  A  short  distance  beyond  is  a  station  called  Antietam — the  point  of 
departure  for  Sharpsburg  and  its  stone  bridge,  two  miles  distant,  which 
lay  at  the  heart  of  the  hardest  fighting.  For  three  miles  the  railroad  runs 
immediately  in  rear  of  the  position  held  by  the  main  command  of  "Stone- 
wall" Jackson,  and  every  acre  of  ground  was  stained  by  the  blood  of 
brave  men.  In  the  large  brick  house  seen  among  the  trees  a  short  dis- 
tance eastward  of  the  station.  General  Lee  had  his  head-quarters. 

The  United  States  soldiers'  cemetery,  where  more  than  5,000  of  the 
Federal  dead  are  buried,  is  near  the  village,  but  not  in  sight  from  the 
station;  from  the  crest  of  the  hill  it  covers,  a  general  view  of  the  whole 
battle-field  can  be  obtained. 

When  we  come  upon  the  Potomac  again  it  is  with  startling  sudden- 
ness. Out  of  the  clover  and  corn  fields  the  train  hides  itself  in  a  deep 
cut,  and  thence  rushes  forth  upon  the  lofty  bridge  which  spans  the  noble 
river  at  Shepherdstown. 

Shepherdstown  lies  upon  the  southern  bank  and  is  one  of  the 
quaintest  of  villages.  The  cliff-like  banks  of  the  river  are  hung  with 
verdure,  few  buildings  skirt  the  water  or  nestle  in  the  ravines  which 
extend  up  to  the  level  of  the  town,  and  on  the  northern  side  of  the 
stream  the  famous  old  Chesapeake  and  Ohio  canal  still  floats  its  cumber- 
some boats.  At  the  head  of  a  ravine  stands  one  of  those  old  stone 
mills,  most  temptingly  placed  for  sketching,  and  the  whole  presentation 
of  the  town,  with  the  green,  still  river  curving  grandly  out  of  view 
beneath  it,  is  one  long  to  be  remembered. 

Having  crossed  the  Potomac,  we  are  now  in  the  northeastern  corner 
of  West  Virginia,  and,  in  Shepherdstown,  enter  its  oldest  settlement, 
founded  in  1734  by  Thomas  Shepherd,  whose  descendants  still  live  there 
and  own  some  of  the  original  land.  The  pioneers  were  Germans  from 
Pennsylvania  chiefly,  and  the  village  has  more  the  appearance  of  a 
Maryland  than  a  Virginia  town.  Its  settlement  was  followed  closely  by 
a  large  incoming  of  Quakers,  who  located  themselves  at  the  foot  of 
the  North  mountain. 

This  community  was  active  in  revolutionary  days,  and  from  it  sprang 
the  first  of  those  "buck-tail"  mountaineers,  who,  recruiting  as  they  went, 
hastened  on  foot  to  aid  Washington,  at  Boston,  in  1775,  when  he  first 
called  for  troops.  No  incident  in  local  history,  however,  is  more  important 
than  the  experimentation  which  was  carried  on  here  by  James  Ramsay, 
in  1785,  toward  the  invention  of  a  steamboat.  The  plan  of  the  Chesa- 
peake and  Ohio  canal  was  then  under  consideration,  and  projects  for 
inland  navigation  were  stimulating  inventive  thoughts.  Washington  and 
others  became  especially  interested  in  what  Mr.  Ramsay  was  doing, 
and  aided  his  experiments.  Finally  there  was  produced  and  tried  on  the 
Potomac  a  steamboat  which  unquestionably  ante-dates  the  discoveries  in 
this  direction  of  Fulton  and  perhaps  of  Fitch.  Ramsay's  steamer  was  a 
fiat-boat,  "propelled  by  a  steam  engine  working  a  vertical  pump  in  the 
middle  of  the  vessel,  by  which  the  water  was  drawn  in  at  the  bow,  and 

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EVENING   ON   THE   UPPER   POTOMAC. 


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expelled  through  a  horizontal  trunk  at  the  stern."  The  impact  of  this 
forcible  stream  against  the  static  water  of  the  river  pushed  the  boat  along, 
just  as  a  cuttle-fish  swims.  This  boat  was  eighty  feet  long,  and,  with  a 
cargo  of  three  tons,  attained  a  speed  up  the  current  of  four  miles  an 
hour.  She  was  soon  disabled,  however,  by  the  explosion  of  her  boiler. 
Relics  of  her  machinery  are  preserved  in  the  National  Museum,  owing 
to  the  forethought  of  Colonel  Boteler,  of  Shepherdstown. 

During  the  late  war  Shepherdstown  and  its  environs  were  the  theatre 
■of  incessant  army  operations,  and  the  town  itself  was  shelled  more  than 
once  by  alternate  guns.  Its  position  made  it  an  impracticable  point  for 
either  army  to  hoi  i,  while  its  neighborhood  was  desirable  to  both.  Hence 
in  the  evenly  contested  campaigns  of  the  earlier  years  of  the  war,  and  the 
great  marches  and  counter-marches  which  took  place  later,  Shepherds- 
town was  alternately  occupied  by  both  "enemies"  to  its  peace  and 
prosperity. 

Walking  in  the  evening  to  the  high  bluffs  near  the  end  of  the  fine 
bridge,  and  feasting  our  eyes  on  the  beauty  of  the  river-picture  stretching 
away  to  Harper's  Ferry,  we  can  see,  a  mile  below  the  town,  ripples 
upon  the  water,  near  some  large  kilns  and  cement  mills,  which  betokens 
a  shallow  place. 

"  There,"  I  say  to  Prue,  "  is  the  famous  old  Pack-horse  ford,  which 
got  its  name  in  the  colonial  days  when  all  the  mountain  paths  were 
simply  *  trails,'  and  the  pack-horse  the  only  means  of  transportation. 
Here  would  cross  the  northern  savages  when  they  went  on  their  war 
expeditions  against  the  southern  tribes,  and  there  emigrants  and  hunters 
and  surveyors  found  their  easiest  transit  of  the  river." 

"I  suppose,"  says  Prue,  "this  must  have  been  an  important  point 
in  the  late  war,  if,  as  you  say,  all  the  bridges  were  destroyed." 

"It  was.  Soldiers  were  always  crossing  and  re-crossing,  but  it 
became  of  especial  use  to  Lee.  By  it  a  part  of  his  army  marched  to  the 
field  of  Antietam,  and  after  the  battle  the  whole  of  his  forces  re-crossed 
•on  the  night  of  Septemper  i8,  to  the  Virginia  side,  at  this  ford.  The 
main  body  of  the  Confederates  continued  their  retreat  inland,  but  a  part 
of  Jackson's  army,  under  A.  P.  Hill,  remained  in  partial  concealment, 
and  on  that  bluff  which  you  see  cleared  just  this  side  of  the  ford,  bat- 
teries were  planted.  This  was  on  the  19th  of  September,  two  days  after 
the  Antietam  battle.  Gen.  Fiiz  John  Porter,  with  the  Federal  fifth  corps, 
had  been  ordered  by  McCIellan  to  support  the  cavalry,  and  he  deter- 
mined to  try  to  capture  some  of  Hill's  guns.  He  posted  batteries 
on  the  knolls  through  which  the  railway  passes  at  the  northern 
end  of  the  bridge,  and  lined  the  top  of  the  Maryland  bank  with 
skirmishers  and  sharpshooters,  supporting  them  by  two  divisions. 
Volunteers  from  the  4th  Michigan,  ii8th  Pennsylvania,  and  i8th  and 
i22d  Massachusetts  regiments  plunged  into  the  ford  at  dark,  and 
succeeded  in  capturing  five  guns.  A  reconnoisance  in  force  was 
sent  across  the  river  next  morning  (20th),  at  seven  o'clock.  The  cavalry 
ordered    to     co-operate     failed     to    do    so,     and     the     unsupported 


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infantry  was  sharply  attacked  by  a  greatly  superior  Rebel  force.  It 
was  driven  back,  pushed  over  the  cliffs,  killed,  captured,  or  forced 
into  the  river.  The  ford  was  filled  with  troops,  for  just  at  that  moment  the 
pet  "  Corn  Exchange  "  regiment  of  Philadelphia  was  crossing.  Into  these 
half-submerged,  disorganized  and  crowding  masses  of  men,  were  poured 
not  only  the  murderous  fire  of  the  Rebel  cannon  and  rifles,  but  volley  after 
volley  from  the  Federal  guns  behind  them  in  trying  to  get  the  range 
of  the  Confederate  batteries.  The  slaughter  was  terrific.  The  Potomac 
was  reddened  with  blood  and  filled  with  corpses.  When  the  routed 
detachment  struggled  back  to  shelter,  a  fourth  of  the  Philadelphians,  who 
had  been  in  service  only  three  weeks,  were  missing,  and  their  comrades 
had  suffered  equally. 

Thus  week  after  week,  and  year  after  year,  did  Shepherdstown  and 
the  lower  part  of  the  Shenandoah  valley  hear  the  thunders  and  witness 
the  devastation  of  war. 


VI. 
THE  LOWER  VALLEY  OF  THE  SHENANDOAH. 

Shenandoah  Junction  with  B.  &  O.  R.  R,— Charlestown   and  "John  Brown's  Body" 

— Harewood   House. — Approaching  the   Blue  Ridge. — Berryville  and  its 

New  Railroad  to  Washington. — Recollections  of  the  Early  and 

Sheridan  Campaign. — The  Old  Chapel. — The  Home  of 

Lord  Fairfax. — First  Sight  of  the  Shenandoah. 

— Front  Royal  and  its  Fights. — 

The  Massanutten. 

A  FEW^  miles  above  Shepherdstown  the  track  crosses  (upon  a  bridge) 
the  main  line  of  the  Baltimore  and  Ohio  Railroad.  The  station  is 
called  Shenandoah  Junction,  and  here  passengers  change  cars  for  the 
West  and  for  Washington.  Near  this  point  lived  a  trio  of  officers  in  the 
Revolutionary  war  whose  histories  were  sadly  similar — Horatio  Gates, 
Charles  Lee  and  Adam  Stephen.  All  were  with  Washington  at  Brad- 
dock's  defeat  and  all  were  there  wounded;  all  became  general  officers  in 
the  Continental  army;  and,  finally,  all  three  were  court-martialed  for 
misconduct  on  the  field,  and  found  guilty. 

Before  we  have  fully  recalled  these  facts  to  each  other,  we  cross 
another  railway — that  from  Harper's  Ferry  to  Winchester,  which  was 
so  useful  to  Sheridan — and  are  at  Charlestown,  a  place  marked  chiefly 
in  my  recollection  as  the  former  home  of  that  talented  and  lamented 
humorist  "  Porte  Crayon."  The  village  lies  off  at  the  left  of  the  track, 
behind  a  square  mile  or  so  of  corn  fields,  and  is  a  thriving  town  of  about 
2,500  people.  It  is  built  upon  lands  formerly  owned  by  Charles  Wash- 
ington, a  younger  brother  of  the  general,  and  was  named  after  him. 

Lying  upon  the  direct  course  between  the  river-gap   at    Harper's 

Ferry  (Loudon    Heights  rear  their  noble    proportions  just   behind    the 

town)  and  the  principal  villages  of  the  valley,  Charlestown  has  had  its 

share  in  all  the  principal  episodes  of  the  history  of  the  region.     Hither 

came  Braddock's  boastful  army   and  a  well  is  pointed  out,  close  to  the 


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railway  station,  which  was  dug  by  them.  Hither,  too,  was  brought  John 
Brown — "Brown  of  Ossawatomie  " — to  be  hanged,  and  you  may  see  a 
great  number  of  relics  connected  with  his  career.  The  court  house  in 
which  he  was  tried  and  the  field  where  he  was  executed,  are  both 
visible  from  the  cars. 

This  way,  too,  following  the  standard  held  aloft  as  "  his  soul  went 
marching  on,"  came  the  first  Union  troops  that  entered  the  Valley  of 
Virginia,  and  every  by  road  here  was  the  scene  of  continual  fighting, 
beginning  with  the  "  demonstration  "  made  by  Jackson  immediately  after 
the  battle  of  Winchester.  Later  Sheridan  and  Early  sparred  at  each 
other  over  this  ground,  Early  having  great  success  at  first,  but  finally 
compelled  to  relinquish  what  he  had  gained. 

"  Why  it    must   be    near  here,"  says   Prue,  as   we  are   moving  off 
"  that  Harewood  House  stood." 

"  It  stands  only  a  mile  or  so  toward  the  west,  and  not  far  away  you 
might  find  the  remarkable  ruins  of  a  stone  church,  erected  during  the 
reign  of  George  II." 

"  What  was  '  Harewood  House'  ?"  Baily  inquires. 
"  The  home  of  George    Washington's  elder  brother  Samuel,"  he  is 
informed.      "  It   was   built   under  the   superintendence  of   Washington 
himself,  and  still  stands  unchanged — a  valuable  example  of  the  architec- 
ture of  its  time." 

"  Ah,"  Prue  adds,  "  that  house  has  seen  some  fine  times  and  fine 
people  !  James  Madison  was  married  in  it;  and  there  Louis  Phillipe  and 

his  two  ducal  brothers, 
Montpensier  and  Beauje- 
laix,  were  entertained  as 
became  princes." 

The  face  of  the  country 
waxes  hilly  as  we  proceed, 
and  at  Fairfield  we  find 
ourselves  close  to  the  foot 
of  the  Blue  Ridge.  It  is 
no  longer  hazy  blue,  but 
green;  its  features  are  dis- 
tinctly visible,  and  here 
and  there  a  dot  of  a  cabin 
appears,  but  no  large  clear- 
ing anywhere.  The  great 
Dutch  barns  have  disap- 
peared, and  the  broad 
square  faces  of  the  Dutch- 
men are  exchanged  for  the 
thin  countenances  of  the 
Virginians.  Every  notch 
through  the  mountains 
''a  dot  of  a  cabin."  has^its  name,  first  Yeskel, 


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then  Gregory,  then  Rock,  then  Snicker's.  The  last,  though  abruptly- 
walled  and  picturesque,  will  admit  the  passage  of  a  railway,  and  through  it 
is  now  being  built  the  extension  of  the  Washington,  Ohio  and  Western, 
finished  as  far  as  Round  Hill.  This  road,  proceeding  westward  across 
Loudon  county,  the  old  home  and  retreat  of  Mosby's  guerillas,  and 
worming  its  way  through  Snicker's  gap,  will  join  the  Shenandoah  Val- 
ley's track  at  Berryville,  and  soon  form  an  independent,  shorter  and 
highly  attractive  route  between  the  South  and  Washington. 

All  along  on  our  right,  the  ground  was  somewhat  higher  than  where 
the  tracks  ran,  yet  not  high  enough  to  impede  the  view  of  the  regular 
front  of  the  Little  North  mountain,  here  about  twelve  miles  directly  west- 
ward. This  slight  elevation  is  called  Limestone  ridge.  It  runs  length- 
wise of  the  valley,  and  the  rainfall  upon  its  opposite  slope  drains  into  the 
Opequon  (0-pe'k-on). 

Eleven  miles  above  Charlestown  is  Berryville,  the  county  seat  of 
Clarke,  which  has  been  called  the  "  most  interesting  county  in  the  valley 
to  the  student  of  history."  The  place  owes  its  importance  to  the  fact 
that  it  lies  upon  one  of  the  great  thoroughfares  over  the  Blue  Ridge — the 
turnpike  through  Snicker's  gap — and  to  the  fertile  country  by  which  it  is 
surrounded.  Berryville  will  begin  a  second  prosperity  when  the  new 
railroad  I  have  mentioned  is  completed  from  Washington  to  this  point. 
Prue  asks  why,  long  ago,  it  was  called  "  Battletown,"  and  I  cannot  tell 
her;  but  there  has  been  abundant  reason  since  for  such  a  name.  Banks 
took  possession  of  the  place  as  early  as  '6i,  following  the  macadamized 
road  from  Harper's  Ferry  to  Winchester.  In  1864,  when  Early  was 
retreating  from  his  Maryland  campaign,  loaded  with  plunder,  here  occur- 
red a  sharp  fight ;  subsequenily  Sheridan  made  this  point  a  centre  of 
extensive  operations;  and  on  Septembers,  1864,  by  a  mutual  surprise,  a 
battle  was  precipitated  in  the  afternoon  between  a  large  Confederate 
force  and  the  Federal  eighth  corps,  which  ceased  only  when  it  was  too 
dark  to  see.  By  the  way  of  this  turnpike,  too,  were  sent  forward  the 
great  armies  that  pressed  back  Early's  forces  after  the  battles  around 
Winchester. 

A  little  way  past  Berryville  Prue  calls  us  hastily  to  look  down  at  the 
right  upon  an  old  cemetery  crowded  with  headstones,  and  shaded  by  a 
growth  of  aged  trees  beneath  which  the  tangled  roses  and  untrimmed 
borders  of  redolent  box  have  flourished  unchecked.  A  stream,  mourned 
over  by  weeping  willows,  creeps  stealthily  by;  and  in  the  midst  of  the 
graves  stands  an  antique  chapel  approached  by  several  roads. 

"  Is  it  not  peaceful  and  comforting?"  cries  Prue.  "I  think  one 
might  lay  a  friend  in  such  a  place  as  that  with  '  sweet  surcease  of  sor- 
row '  far  different  from  the  bleak  repulsiveness  of  most  rural  ceme- 
teries." 

"Yes,  and  that,  perhaps,  is  the  feeling  with  which  at  a  certain  time 
every  year  the  old  families  whose  country-seats  have  been  in  this  region 
for  many  generations,  assemble  for  a  day  of  memorial  services  over  their 
dead  who  are  buried  under  those  stately  trees." 


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"  I  am  told,"  Baily  adds,  "that  its  first  pastor  was  Bishop  Meade, 
the  same  who  wrote  a  book  upon  the  old  churches  and  old  families  of 
Virginia,  which  contains  the  full  history  of  this  chapel." 


VIRGINIA    UPLANDS. 


The  locality  into  which  we  are  now  so  swiftly  and  smoothly  pene- 
trating is  one  replete  with  landmarks  and  traditions  of  Colonial  history. 
A  mile  or  two  beyond  Boyceville,  for  instance,  we  observe,  off  at  the 
right,  a  stone  house  of  old-fashioned  style,  which  has  been  known  for  a 
century  as  "  Saratoga,"  because  built  by  Hessian  prisoners  captured 
with  Burgoyne. 

Then  comes  White  Post. 

"  Strange  name  for  a  station,"  Prue  remarks.     "  How  did  it  arise  ?  " 

"This,"  I  say,  "  was  the  centre  of  that  great  estate,  of  more  than 
five  millions  of  acres,  granted  by  the  English  crown  to  Lord  Fairfax, 
Baron  of  Cameron,  the  boundaries  of  which  included  all  the  region 
between  the  Rappahannock  and  the  Potomac,  marked  on  the  west  by  a 
line  drawn  from  the  head  springs  of  the  one  to  that  of  the  other  river. 
It  was  the  task  of  the  youthful  George  Washington  to  survey  that  part  of 
this  vast  estate  beyond  the  Blue  Ridge,  and  it  was  in  pursuance  of  this 
duty  that  he  made  the  western  trips  and  tramped  over  the  country  in  the 
adventurous  way  we  have  read  about.  Near  the  intersection  of  the 
roads  from  the  two  main  gaps  through  this  part  of  the  mountains.  Lord 
Fairfax  built  himself  a  country  house  of  no  great  size  or  elegance  ;  and 
at  the  junction  of  the  roads  he  set  up  a  white  oak  finger-post  as  a  guide. 
The  original  post  still  remains,  carefully  encased  for  preservation." 

"  Is  the  house  still  standing  ?  " 

"  No  ;  but  there  is  a  new  one  on  its  site.  Fairfax  called  it  '  Green- 
way  Court,'  and  with  the  open,  lavish  hospitality  characteristic  of  rich 


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frontiersmen,  he  made  it  the  scene  of  revelry  and  rough,  hilarious 
sports,  such  as  were  enjoyed  by  the  carousing,  fox-hunting  generation 
in  which  he  lived.  It  was  his  intention  to  have  erected  a  larger  and 
more  pretentious  mansion,  but  this  project  was  never  carried  out,  and 
the  proprietor  lived  the  remainder  of  his  days  in  the  house  first  erected. 
Here  he  dwelt  when  his  former  protege,  Washington,  had  successfully 
prosecuted  the  war  for  independence  to  the  surrender  of  Cornwallis  at 
Yorktown,  and  the  deliverance  of  the  colonies  had  been  achieved. 
Strongly  attached  to  the  English  cause,  when  told  of  the  surrender  he 
turned  to  his  faithful  servant  and  remarked  :  '  Take  me  to  bed,  Joe;  it  is 
time  for  me  to  die.'  Old  and  feeble  at  the  time,  he  never  rallied,  dying 
December  9,  1781." 

Here  Prue  points  out  a  noble  height  coming  into  view  directly 
ahead,  which  seems  to  lie  right  in  the  centre  of  the  valley. 

"That,"  she  is  informed,  "  is  Massanutten  mountain,  or  The  Massi- 
netto,  as  it  is  given  in  early  writings." 

"Yes,"  Baily  interposes,  "and  here,  at  last,  is  the  Shenandoah,  the 
beautiful  stream  that  with  keen  poetic  instinct  the  Children  of  the  Forest 
named  The  Daughter  of — " 

"  That  will  do,  Baily  ;  you  don't  know  anything  about  it." 
"  Well,  if  it  don't  mean  that,  what  does  the  name  signify  ?  " 
"Nobody  seems  to  know,  at   any   xzXt.,  you  don't.     Why,  its  very 
spelling  is  so  obscure  that  probably  we  have  lost  the  original  word   en- 
tirely.    In  the  earliest  accounts  it  was  the  '  Gerando,'  then  the  '  Sheran- 
do,'  or  '  Sherandoah,'  and  the  present  spelling  is  quite  recent." 
"  Anyhow,  here's  the  river  !  " 

"  Yes,  and  isn't  it  a  beautiful  one!"  Prue  exclaims.  "I  have 
heard  a  traveler  say  that  '  it  deserves  the  epithet  arrowy  as  well  as  the 
Rhone.'     Surely,  it  should  have  a  poetical  name." 

"And  has  z. musical ont.,  which  is  much  more  to  the  purpose,"  I  insist. 
"  See  how  graceful  are  its  curves,  how  silken  and  green  its  quiet  current, 
how  deeply  embowered  in  foliage  and  rocky  walls,  and  what  pretty  little 
gateways  are  broken  down  through  them  to  let  the  hill-brooks  pour  their 
contributions  into  its  steady  flood  !" 

A  few  moments  later  we  cross  on  an  iron  bridge  at  Riverton,  the 
point  of  confluence  of  its  two  forks — the  "North"  and  the  "South." 
The  North  fork  comes  down  from  the  other  side,  and  its  basin  is  distin- 
guished as  the  Shenandoah  valley  proper,  while  our  route  lies  between 
the  Massanutten  and  the  Blue  Ridge,  that  is,  up  the  South  fork.  This 
is  generally  spoken  of  simply  as  South  river,  and  its  basin  is  called  the 
Page  valley.  At  Riverton  the  Manassas  branch  of  the  Virginia  Mid- 
land Railway  (which  figured  so  largely  in  army  movements  during  the  civil 
war)  crosses  en  route  from  Manassas  to  Strasburg,  and  there  are  evi- 
dences of  an  important  manufacture  of  lime.  The  village  itself  is  out  of 
sight,  as  also,  is  Front  Royal,  whose  station  is  called  two  miles  ahead.  I 
told  Baily  to  stop  and  go  over  there,  while  Prue  and  I  went  on  to  Luray; 
and  his  report  was  so  glowing  I  regretted  we  had  not  been  with  him. 


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To  the  site  of  Front  Royal,  according  to  Baily,  came  white  settlers 
as  early  as  1734,  and  placed  their  houses  in  a  sheltered  nook  among  the 
hills  beside  the  Shenandoah,  at  a  point  where  the  Indian  trails  from 
Manassas  and  Chester's  gaps  joined  into  one  near  the  mouth  of  a  little 
stream  since  called  Happy  creek.  This  fact  produced  a  Y-shaped  set- 
tlement, which,  with  the  increasing  growth  of  the  village,  has  not  been 
changed,  the  three  main  streets  still  following  the  old  paths  marked  out 
by  the  moccasined  feet  of  pre-historic  pedestrians.  Gradually  the 
fame  of  the  fertility  and  beauty  of  the  Valley  of  Virginia  attracted  settlers 
■from  the  coast  and  from  abroad,  and  the  Indians  were  replaced  by 
hardy  white  men.  This  new  settlement,  then  called  Lehewtown,  became 
a  centre  of  a  large  district  and  attracted  so    many  rough  characters  that 


BETWEEN  FRONT  ROYAL  AND  LURAY. 


it  came  to  be  known  as  "  Helltown,"  with  good  reason.  By  the  close  of 
the  Revolution,  however,  order  and  respectability  prevailed,  and  in  1788 
a  town  was  incorporated,  under  the  name  of  Front  Royal,  the  origin  of 
which  term  is  a  nut  for  historians  to  crack.  From  that  time  on  it  has 
been  prosperous,  having  acquired  wealth  and  fame  in  manufactures  as 
well  as  through  its  rich  environment  of  farms  and  vineyards.  There 
were  made  the  celebrated  Virginia  Wagons  of  a  past  day,  which  were  the 
best  of  their  kind  in  the  whole  country,  and  were  taken  by  emigrants 
to  every  new  state  and  territory  as  forerunners  of  the  prairie  schooner. 
Hand-made  and  durable  as  the  "deacon's  one-hoss  shay,"  their  cost 
was  so  great  that  the  machine-made  wagons  have  surpassed  them  as 
thoroughly  as  the  cradle  has  overcome  the  sickle  ;  but   Front  Royal  still 


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shapes   and  sells   great    quantities   of   spokes,    hubs  and    other  wagon 
material  of  the  best  quality. 

Front  Royal  is  now  a  neat  and  pretty  village,  of  perhaps  a  thousand 
people,  which  is  growing  rapidly.  As  the  county  seat  of  Warren  it 
becomes  the  residence  of  the  professional  men  of  the  district,  and  is 
marked  by  a  society  of  unusual  intelligence. 

Here  occurred  some  exceedingly  interesting  incidents  during  the 
war,  in  one  of  which  a  mere  handful  of  Confederate  cavalry  under  a 
boyish  commander  dashed  into  the  village,  captured  the  provost  guard, 
and  made  off  with  it  successfully,  though  two  whole  regiments  of 
bewildered  Federals  were  at  hand  to  protect  the  place.  Ashby  (whose 
birthplace  and  home  was  up  in  the  Blue  Ridge,  not  far  away)  was  hover- 
ing about  here  much  of  the  time,  while  Jackson  enacted  his  series  of 
victories  in  this  district  ;  and  on  May  22,  1864,  here  took  place  one 
of  the  most  disgraceful  routes  Union  soldiers  ever  were  ashamed  of, 
four  companys  of  Flournoy's  Virginians  attacking  a  thousand  or  so 
of  Banks*  army,  entrenched  on  Guard  hill,  with  such  impetuosity  as  to 
scare  them  in  utter  confusion  from  their  works,  with  great  loss  of  life, 
stores  and  artillery.  These  disasters  were  requited  later  in  the  same 
year,  however,  when  Sheridan,  driving  back  Early,  fought  so  stubbornly 
along  this  very  limestone  ridge  which  the  railway  track  follows  ;  and 
Front  Royal  echoed  again  and  again,  during  that  and  the  subsequent 
year,  to  the  roar  of  cannon,  the  sharper  crackle  of  small  arms  and  the 
hoofs  of  charging  cavalry. 

From  Front  Royal  station  southward  to  Luray  the  line  passes 
through  a  region  of  wooded  hills  and  deep  ravines,  the  latter  crossed 
upon  some  very  high  trestles.  The  river  is  often  close  beneath  the 
track,  and  its  course  through  these  rocky  highlands  presents  many  views 
that  excite  our  admiration.  We  are  fairly  among  the  foot-hills  of  the 
Blue  Ridge  here,  though  its  central  peaks  are  far  enough  away  to  show 
to  good  advantage.  In  this  rough  district,  where  more  wooded  than 
cleared  land  is  seen,  a  fine  grade  of  "  neutral  hematite  "  iron  ore  occurs, 
the  principal  point  of  shipment  for  which  is  at  Rileyville.  A  few  mo- 
meni's  after  leaving  that  station  we  are  at  Luray,  and  have  alighted  to 
take  a  pleasant  night's  rest,  and  see  the  wonderful  caverns. 


VII. 
LURAY  AND  ITS  CAVERNS. 

Old  Caves.— Discovery  of  the  New  Caverns. — Startling  Effect  of  Electric  Light  in  the 

Cave.— Theory  of  Excavation.— A  Rapid  Survey.— The   Bridal  Chamber  and 

its  "  Idiots  " — Varieties  of   Stalactite.— Richness  of    Color. — Musical 

Resonance. — The  Skeleton. — A  Fair  World. — Value  of  a  Good 

Hotel.— Luray  as  a  Summer  Residence. 

Page  valley  is  here  several  miles  wide,  and  the  surface  is  diver- 
sified by  an  endless  series  of  knolls,  ridges,  and  deeply  embedded  streams. 
"  The  rocks  throughout  the  whole  of  this  region  have  been  much  dis- 
placed, having  been  flexed  into  great  folds,  the  direction  of  which 
coincides  with  that  of  the  Appalachian  mountain-chain.  In  fact  these 
folds  are  a  remnant  of  the  results  of  that  series  of  movements  in  which 
the  whole  system  primarily  originated."  Hidden  in  the  woods  near  the 
top  of  one  of  these  hills,  about  a  mile  east  of  Luray,  an  old  cave  has 
always  been  known  to  exist.  Connected  with  it  are  traditions  which 
reach  back  to  the  Ruffners,  the  earliest  settlers  of  the  valley,  and  it  has 
taken  their  name. 

In  1878  Mr.  B.  P.  Stebbins,  of  Luray,  conceived  the  project  of  a 
more  complete  exploration  of  it,  with  a  view  of  making  it  an  object  of 
interest  to  tourists,  and  he  invited  the  co-operation  of  the  brothers 
Andrew  and  William  E.  Campbell.  These  gentlemen  declined  to  go  into 
the  old  cave,  but  were  ready  to  engage  in  a  search  for  a  new  one,  and 
went  ranging  over  the  hills,  but  for  four  weeks  succeeded  only  in  exciting 
the  astonishment  and  ridicule  of  the  neighborhood,  when,  returning  one 
August  day  from  a  long  tramp,  the  men  approached  home  over  the  hill 
where  Ruffner's  cave  was.  In  the  cleared  land  on  the  northern  slope, 
a  couple  of  hundred  yards  or  so  from  the  mouth  of  the  old  cave,  was  a 
sink-hole  choked  with  weeds,  bushes,  and  an  accumulation  of  sticks 
and  loose  stones,  through  which  they  fancied  they  felt  cool  currents  of 
air  sifting. 

Laboriously  tumbling  out  the  bowlders,  Mr.  Andrew  Campbell  was 
finally  able  to  descend  by  the  aid  of  a  rope  into  a  black  abyss,  which 
was  not  bottomless,  however,  for  he  soon  let  go  of  the  rope  and  left  his 
companions  on  the  surface  to  their  conjectures.  Becoming  uneasy  at 
his  long  absence,  his  brother  also  descended,  and  together  the  men 
walked  in  a  lofty  passage  for  several  rods,  where  their  progress  was 
stopped  by  water.  Returning,  they  told  Mr,  Stebbins  what  they  had 
seen,  and  all  agreed  upon  a  policy  of  silence  until  the  property  could  be 
bought.  Then  they  went  home  and  dreamed  of  "  millions  in  it."  Such 
was  the  discovery  of  the  Luray  cave. 

Dreams  are  but  a  "  baseless  fabric."  The  property  was  bought  of  a 
bankrupted  owner,  at  sheriff's  sale,  but  upon  an  intimation  of  its 
underground  value,  one  of  the  relatives  of  the  original  owner  sued  for 
recovery  upon  an  irregularity  in  the  sale,  and  after  two  years  of  tedious 
litigation,  he  won  his  suit.     Previously  a  company  of  Northern  men,  of 


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HALL    OF    THE    GIANTS. 

whom  Mr.  R.  R.  Corson,  of  Philadelphia,  is  president,  had  formed  a 
joint-stock  company  to  purchase  the  property,  and  it  passed  into  their 
hands  in  the  spring  of  i88t.  But  during  the  two  years  the  original  cost 
had  swelled,  while  the  early  visions  had  dwindled,  until  they  met  at 
$40,000.  This  is  the  history  of  the  "  wonder,"  and  now  we  are  ready  to 
enter  it. 

But  it  is  over  a  mile  from  the  hotel  to  the  cave,  and  the    day    is 
warm.     Enquiry  ^develops  the  information  that  if  we  are  willing  to  wait 


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until  some  train  arrives  we  may  find  hacks  at  the  station  which  will  take 
us  the  round  trip  for  thirty-five  cents  ;  but  if  we  wish  to  go  at  our  own 
convenience  the  clerk  at  the  hotel  will  summon  a  hack  when  we  please, 
and  we  must  pay  fifty  cents  fare. 

I  had  been  intending  to  buy  Baily  a  certain  cigarette-holder  which 
had  taken  his  fancy,  as  a  present,  but  I  reflected  that  if  instead  I  took 
the  money  it  would  cost  and  applied  it  to  paying  the  extra  charge  of  the 
latter  alternative  we  would  enjoy  the  trip  better,  so  I  told  Mr.  Mullin 
that  I  would  ask  him  to  telephone  for  a  hack  at  once.  This  was  after 
breakfast  on  the  morning  succeeding  our  arrival. 

"  What  shall  I  wear?  "  asks  Prue,  "  I  suppose  it's  a  horrible  muddy 
and  soiling  place,  I  shall  envelop  myself  in  my  waterproof,  of  course, 
but  how  about  a  bonnet  ?  " 

"  No  change  whatever  is  needful,"  we  were  told.  "  You  will  find  an 
even  temperature  of  about  56°  Fahrenheit  throughout  the  cave,  and  all 
the  year  round.  There  is  plenty  of  room  to  walk  about  everywhere 
without  squeezing  against  the  walls  or  striking  your  head,  and  board  or 
cement  walks  and  stairways  are  provided  throughout  all  the  area  open  to 
visitors.  It  is  advisable,  nevertheless,  for  ladies  to  wear  rubbers,  since 
there  is  enough  dampness  underfoot  in  some  places  to  penetrate  thin- 
soled  boots." 

So  Prue  resumed  her  traveling  dress — that  short-skirted,  close- 
fitting  wine-colored  flannel  I  like  so  much — donned  a  snug  turban  and 
off  we  went.  I  told  Baily  he'd  better  leave  his  crutch-headed  cane  at 
home,  but  he  is  a  bit  of  a  dandy  and  wanted  to  "  show  it  to  the  natives," 
so  I  had  the  laugh  on  him  when  it  was  taken  from  him  by  the  keepers 
of  the  cavern,  who  wisely  allow  no  dangerous  implements  of  that  kind 
among  the  fragile  treasures  of  their  underground  museum. 

Our  road  led  us  through  the  long  main  street  of  the  village,  but  we 
attracted  little  or  no  attention,  for  nearly  20,000  tourists  a  year  ride  up 
and  down  this  stony  street.  Half  a  mile  beyond  the  town,  on  the  slope 
of  a  low  hill,  stands  a  house  with  porticoes  all  around  it  and  a  public 
air.  Here  we  registered  our  names,  paid  our  admission  fee,  and  were 
assigned  to  the  charge  of  a  guide.  His  first  act  was  to  hand  to  me  a 
sort  of  scoop-shovel  reflector,  or  sconce,  in  which  were  placed  three 
lighted  candles,  and  take  another  himself.  This  made  us  look  at  one 
another,  as  much  as  to  say — "This  thing  is  a  humbug!"  for  we  had 
been  told  of  far  better  means  of  illumination  than  that ;  but  meanwhile 
the  guide  had  opened  an  inner  door  and  invited  us  to  follow  him  down  a 
staircase  of  masonry,  and,  before  we  supposed  our  day's  adventures 
had  begun,  we  found  ourselves  in  the  large  antechamber  of  the 
caverns.  This  unpremeditated,  unintentional  entrance  is  as  though  you 
had  been  dropped  into  the  midst  of  it,  or  had  waked  from  a  sleep  there, 
and  is  most  effectual  in  putting  the  stranger  en  rapport  with  the  spirit  of 
the  place. 

The  darkness  was  only  faintly  illuminated  by  our  few  candles,  and 
I  was  about  to  remonstrate,  when  the  click  and  flash  of  an  electric  arc, 


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flooded  the  whole  place  with  light.  Our  few  candles  were  intended 
merely  for  peering  into  dark  corners  and  helping  our  footsteps — the 
general  illumination  is  accomplished  by  dozens  of  electric  lamps  hung 
in  all  parts  of  the  wide-winding  vaults  and  passages.  As  soon  as  I  per- 
ceived this  I  gave  my  sconce  to  Baily,  for  it  was  a  nuisance  to  carry  it 

This  first  chamber  is  about  as  big  as  a  barn  {iiot,  a  Cumberland 
valley  barn,  Prue  wisely  remarks),  and  from  it  we  proceed  upon  a 
causeway  of  cement  for  a  short  distance  past  the  Vegetable  Garden, 
the  Bear  Scratches,  the  Theatre,  the  Gallery  ;  over  Muddy  Lake  on  a 
planking  bridge,  which  is  itself  spanned  by  a  sione  arch  ;  through  the 
Fish  Market  and  across  the  Elfin  Ramble — a  plateau  in  which  the  roof  is 
generally  within  reach  of  the  hand  ;  and  so  come  to  Pluto's  Chasm. 

Gazing  down  over  the  edge  of  this  underground  ravine,  Baily 
exclaimed:  "  What  mighty  convulsions  must  they  have  been  which  rent- 
these  walls  asunder  !  " 

'*  There,  Baily,  is  where  you  show  your — well,  your  insufficiency  of 
knowledge  !  This  chasm  owes  its  configuration  to  the  same  slow  and 
subtle  agencies  that  produce  a  canon  above  ground  in  this  limestone 
valley." 

"  Why  do  you  say  '  limestone  '  valley  ?  "     Prue  asks. 

"  Because  great  caves  can  only  occur  in  a  limestone  region,  since 
they  result  from  the  chemical  fact  that  carbonates  of  lime  and  magnesia, 
are  soluble  in  water  containing  carbonic  acid.  This  acid  abounds  in 
atmospheric  air,  and  is  one  of  the  products  of  the  decomposition 
of  animal  and  vegetable  waters,  so  that  rain-water  which  has 
percolated  through  the  soil  has  usually  been  enriched  with  it  from  both 
sources.  Let  this  chemically  charged  water  find  its  way  into  some 
crevice,  and  it  only  requires  time  and  abundance  of  water  to  dissolve 
and  hollow  out  Pluto's  and  all  the  other  chasms,  halls,  galleries  and 
avenues  ;  and  when  once  this  work  has  well  begun,  other  natural 
agencies  contribute  their  aid  to  the  enlargement  of  the  area  and  the 
adornment  of  its  interior. 

From  the  chasm,  where  there  is  a  Bridge  of  Sighs,  a  Balcony,  a 
Spectre,  and  various  other  names  and  habitations,  we  re-cross  the  Elfin 
Ramble,  pass  successively  Titania's  Veil,  Diana's  Bath — the  lady  was 
not  fastidious — and  come  to  a  very  satisfactory  Saracen  Tent. 

Then  we  ascend  stairways  past  the  Empress  Column— easily 
empress  of  all,  I  think — and  proceed  under  the  Fallen  Column  to  the 
spacious  nave  of  the  Cathedral.  We  pause  to  note  its  lofty  groined 
roof  and  Gothic  pillars — surely,  in  some  like  scene  to  this,  the  first 
architect  of  that  style  met  his  inspiration!  —  its  large,  Michael- 
Angelesque  Angel's  Wing,  and  its  Organ.  Then  we  sit  down  and  turn 
to  the  prostrate  stalactite.  It  is  as  big  as  a  steamboat  boiler,  and  bears 
an  enormous  pagoda  of  stalagmitic  rock  which  has  grown  there  since 
it  fell.  It  thus  forms  a  good  text  for  a  conversation,  as  to  the  age  and' 
geology  of  the  cave,  the  materials  for  which  we  found  by  reading  an 
excellent  pamphlet  on  the   subject  published  by  the  Smithsonian,  and 


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BANKS   OF    THE 

RHINE, 
I.URAY   CAVERNS. 


which  may  be  procured 
at  Luray.  The  gist  of  it 
is,  that  the  cave  is  proba- 
bly considerably  later  in 
its  origin  than  the  close 
of  the  carboniferous  period,  and  not  more  ancient  than  the  Mammoth 
or  Wyandotte  caves.  The  indications  are,  that  in  past  ages  the  work 
went  on  with  great  rapidity,  but  that  latterly  change  has  been  very  slow, 
and  at  present  has  almost  ceased. 

Leaving  the  Cathedral,  a  narrow,  jagged  passage,  we  get  an 
outlook  down  into  a  sort  of  devil's  pantheon,  full  of  grotesque  shapes 
and  colossal  caricatures  of  things  animate  and  inanimate,  castmg  odd 
and  suggestive  shadows  in  whose  gloom  fancy  may  work  marvels  of 
unworldly  effect,  and  then  are  led  by  a  stairway  to  a  well-curtained 
room  called  the  Bridal  Chamber. 

"Was  anyone  ever  really  married  here  ?"  asks  Prue,  incredulously. 
*'  Three  couples,  so  far,  Madame,"  the  guide  informs  her. 
"  Well  !  "   exclaims  the  neat  little  lady.      "  I  had  no  idea  there  were 
such  idiots  !     Now  if  you  had  said  three  funerals,  I  could  have  found 
some  appropriateness  in  it." 

The  back  door  of  the  Bridal  Chamber  admits  to  Giant's  Hall,  just 
beyond  which  is  the  Ballroom — both  large  and  lofty  apartments,  con- 
stituting a  separate  portion  of  the  cave,  parallel  with  the  length  of 
Pluto's  Chasm.  In  the  Ballroom  we  have  worked  back  opposite  the 
entrance,  having  followed  a  course  roughly  outlined  by  the  letter  U. 


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I  have  thus  run  hastily  over  the  greater  part  of  the  ground  open  to 
the  public,  in  order  to  give  an  idea  of  its  extent  and  nomenclature.  To 
describe  each  figure  and  room  separately  is  impossible.  The  best  I  can 
do  is  to  try  to  give  some  general  notion  of  the  character  of  the  ornamental 
formations  of  crystalline  rock  which  render  this  cave  without  a  peer  in 
the  world,  perhaps,  for  the  startling  beauty  and  astonishing  variety  of  its 
interior. 

Though  the  simple  stalactite  will  be  circular  and  gradually  decreas- 
ing in  size,  conically,  from  its  attachment  to  its  acuminate  point,  yet 
innumerable  variations  may  occur,  as  the  dripping  or  streaming  water 
that  feeds  it  is  diverted  from  its  direct  and  moderate  flowing. 

Chief  of  all  the  varieties,  and  the  one  that  in  lavish  profusion  is  to  be 
seen  everywhere  in  these  caverns,  is  that  which,  by  growing  on  the  edges 
only,  produces  not  a  round,  icicle  form,  but  a  wide  and  thin  laminated  or 
sheet  form,  which  is  best  described  by  its  semblance  to  heavy  cloth 
hanging  in  pointed  folds  and  wrinkles,  as  a  table-cover  arranges  itself 
about  a  corner.  Where  ledges  and  table-like  surfaces — of  which  there 
are  many  instances  in  the  cave — are  most  abundant,  there  the  "  drapery" 
is  sure  to  form.  In  the  Market  it  crowds  the  terraced  walls  in  short, 
thick,  whitish  fringes,  like  so  many  fishes  hung  up  by  the  gills.  The 
Saracen  Tent  is  formed  by  these  great,  flat,  sharply  tipped  and  gently 
curving  plates,  rich  brown  in  color,  depending  from  a  square  canopy  so 
that  they  reach  the  floor,  save  on  one  side,  where  you  may  enter  as 
through  conveniently  parted  canvas.  The  Bridal  Chamber  is  curtained 
from  curious  gaze  by  their  massive  and  carelessly  graceful  folds  ;  the 
walls  of  Pluto's  Chasm  are  hung  with  them  as  in  a  mighty  wardrobe  ; 
Diana's  Bath  is  concealed  under  their  protecting  shelter  ;  Titania's  Veil  is 
only  a  more  delicate  texture  of  the  same  ;  Cinderella  Leaving  the  Ball 
becomes  lost  in  their  folds  as  she  glides,  lace-white,  to  her  disrobing  ; 
and  a  Sleeping  Beauty  has  wrapped  these  abundant  blankets  about  her 
motionless  form  ;  while  the  Ballroom  carries  you  back  to  the  days  of 
the  Round  Table,  for  the  spacious  walls  are  hung  as  with  tapestries. 

Do  not  disbelieve  me  when  I  speak  of  wealth  of  color.  The 
range  is  small,  to  be  sure,  but  the  variation  of  tint  shade  is  infinite  and 
never  out  of  tune.  Where  the  growth  is  steady  and  rapid,  the  rock  is 
crystal  white  as  at  the  various  Frozen  Cascades,  the  Geyser  and  many 
instances  of  isolated  stalactites.  But  when  the  steady  growth  ceases, 
the  carbonic  moisture  of  the  air  eats  away  the  glistening  particles  of 
lime,  and  leaves  behind  a  discolored  residuum  of  clay-dust  and  iron 
oxides.  Thus  it  happens  that,  from  the  niveous  purity  or  pearly  surface 
of  the  new  work  there  runs  a  gentle  gradation  through  every  stage  of 
yellowish  and  whitish  brown  to  the  dun  of  the  long  abandoned  and 
dirty  stalagmite,  the  leaden  gray  of  the  native  limestone,  or  the  inky 
shadow  that  lurks  behind.  It  is  thus  that  the  draped  and  folded 
tapestries  in  the  Ballroom  are  variegated  and  resplendent  in  a  thousand 
hues.  Moreover,  various  tints  are  often  combined  in  the  same  object, 
particularly  in  the  way   of  stripes  more  or  less  horizontal,  due  to  the 


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varying  amount  of  iron,   silica,  or  other  foreign  matter  which  the  lime- 
water  contained  from  time  to  time. 

The  best  example  of  this,  and,  indeed,  of  the  "drapery  formation" 
generally,  is  to  be  found  in  the  Wet  Blanket.  A  large  number  of  the 
pillars  are  probably  hollow,  and  are  formed  by  the  crowding  together  of 
many  drapery-stalactites,  which  finally  have  coalesced,  leaving  the 
pillar  deeply  fluted,  or  seamed  up  and  down,  along  their  connected 
edges.  When  you  find  one  of  these  massive,  ribbed  and  rugged  pillars 
vanishing  above  in  a  host  of  curved  stalactites,  their  thin  and  wavy 
selvages  guiding  the  eye  to  tips  which  seem  to   sway  and  quiver  over- 


head, it  is  hard  not  to  believe  it  is  an  aged  willow  turned  to  stone, 
Indeed  the  whole  scene,  in  many  parts,  is  strongly  suggestive  of  a 
forest  with  tangled  undergrowths,  thrifty  saplings,  fallen  logs,  and  crowd- 
ing ranks  of  sturdy  trees. 

In  more  than  the  general  effect,  indeed,  the  ornamental  incrustations 
of  this  cave  mimic  the  vegetable  growths  outside.  Many  of  the 
stalactites  are  embroidered  with  small  excrescences  and  complicated 
clusters  of  protruding  and  twisted  points  and  flakes,  much  like  leaves, 
buds,  and  twigs.      To   these  have   been  given   the   scientific   name   of 


LURAY    INN. 


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helictites,  and   the    grottoes    of   Stebbins    Avenue  exhibit  them  to  the 
best  advantage. 

Then  there  are  the  botryoids — round  and  oblong  tubers  covered 
with  twigs  and  tubercles,  such  as  that  cauliflower-like  group  which 
gives  the  name  to  the  Vegetable  Garden  ;  these  grow  where  there  is  a 
continual  spattering  going  on.  A  process  of  decomposition,  dissolv- 
ing out  a  part  and  leaving  a  spongy  framework  behind,  furnishes  to 
many  other  districts  quantities  of  plant-semblances,  that  you  may  name 
and  name  in  endless  distinction.  Then,  in  the  many  little  hollow  basins 
or  "baths,"  and  in  the  bottom  of  the  gorges  where  still  water  lies,  so 
crystal  clear  you  cannot  find  its  surface  nor  estimate  its  depth — where 


STATION  AND  RESTAURANT  AT  LURAY. 


the  blue  electric  flame  opens  a  wonderful  new  cave  beneath  your  feet  in  the 
unrecognized  reflection  of  the  fretted  roof,  and  where  no  ice  is  needed  to 
cool  nor  cordial  competent  to  benefit  the  taste  of  the  beverage — there  the 
hard  gray  rock  blossoms  forth  into  multitudes  of  exquisite  flowers  of 
crystallization,  with  petals  rosy,  fawn-colored  and  white,  that  apparent- 
ly a  breath  would  wilt.  • 

But  I  niust  cease  this  attempt  at  even  a  suggestion  of  the  possible 
variety  of  size  and  shape,  mimicry  and  quaint  device  to  be  met  with  in 
this  cavern. 

That  rigid  stone  should  lend  itself  to  so  many  delicate,  graceful, 
airy  shapes  and  attitudes,  rivaling  the  flexible  flower  of  the  organic 
world,  fills  the  mind  with  astonishment  and  bewilders  the  eye.  And 
when  you  have  struck  the  thin  and  pendent  curtains,  or  the  "  pipes  "  of 


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the  Organ  In  the  Cathedral,  and  have  found  that  each  has  a  rich,  deep, 
musical  reasonance  of  varying  pitch,  then  your  admiration  is  complete. 
The  impression  of  it  all  made  upon  such  visitors  as  are  affected  at  all  be- 
yond ohs!  and  ahs!  if  written  down,  would  form  very  curious  reading; 
but  little  has  been  recorded,  chiefly  because  it  is  one  of  the  most  difficult 
things  in  the  wide  world  to  do  adequately. 

The  cave  has  not  yet  much  human  interest;  but  we  must  not  forget 
to  follow  down  a  long  stairway  into  a  deep  and  narrow  gluch,  where  the 
dampness  and  gloom  is  little  relieved  by  anything  to  please  the  eye.  At 
the  foot  of  the  staircase  the  guide  drops  his  lantern  close  to  a  trench-like 
depression,  through  which  a  filmy  brooklet  trickles  noiselessly.  No 
need  of  interrogation — there  is  no  mistaking  that  slender,  slightly 
curved,  brown  object,  lying  there  half  out,  half  embedded  in  the  rock, 
with  its  rounded  and  bi-lobed  head,  nor  its  grooved  and  broken  compan- 
ions. They  are  not  fallen,  small  stalactites;  they  are  human  bones. 
Fit  for  the  mausoleum  of  emporers,  what  a  vast  vault  to  become  the 
sarcophagus  of  one  poor  frame  ! 

Out  into  the  warm,  sweet  air  again,  all  the  world  looks  fairer  for 
one's  temporary  occultation.  Surely  the  Troglodytes  had  a  hard  lot. 
Even  the  Naiads  under  the  water,  and  the  Dryads,  though  indissoluble 
from  growing  trees,  were  better  off  ! 

And  what  a  fair  world  it  is  !  How  prodigal  of  beauty  are  soil  and 
sun!  How  grandly  has  the  architect  and  landscape-gardener  of  the 
globe  adorned  this  valley!  How  precious  the  scene  to  him  whose 
beloved  home  is  here;  and  how  novel  and  entertaining  its  features  to  the 
stranger! 

Rested  and  well-fed  we  sit  upon  the  piazza  of  the  inn  and  thank  the 
good  fortune  which  brought  us  hither.  No  one  can  appreciate  a  good 
hotel  better  than  he  whose  ill-luck  it  was  to  travel  in  the  South  a  dozen 
years  ago,  where  that  article  was  unknown.  The  people  who  owned 
and  prepared  the  cave,  and  the  railwaymen  who  meant  to  profit  by  it, 
knew  that  the  country  taverns  would  never  do.  They  built  on  this  hill 
top,  in  the  midst  of  a  populous  valley  which  was  not  only  pleasant  to 
look  at,  and  charming  to  ride  and  walk  over,  but  which  could  supply  all 
the  fresh  vegetables  and  fruit  and  meat  so  desirable  upon  a  rural  table; 
a  hotel  constructed  after  that  most  picturesque  design — the  Early 
English — and  including  all  the  modern  appliances  for  health  and  com- 
fort. Beyond  the  ornamental  grounds,  we  see  puffs  of  steam  coming 
from  a  half-hidden  building.  There  is  where  the  water  is  pumped  up  to 
the  hotel,  where  the  gas  is  made  which  illuminates  all  its  rooms,  and 
where  the  dynamo  is  placed  which  supplies  the  electric  lights  of  the  cave 
through  a  circuit  over  seven  miles  in  length. 

The  Luray  Inn,  then,  is  not  only  a  charming  stopping-place  for  the 
casual  transient  tourist  who  stops  off  only  half  a  day  to  see  the  caves, 
but  offers  an  attractive  residence  to  visitors  who  may  choose  to  stay  a 
week  or  a  month  or  a  whole  summer. 


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MmagaMggEw 


No  part  of  the  valley  is  more  interesting.  If  historically  disposed, 
the  visitor  may  reconstruct  the  odd  life  which  went  on  here  a  century 

and  a  half  ago,  whose 
quaint  customs  are  not  yet 
forgotten. 

"  Who  were  the  settlers 
here  at  first,"  Prue  in- 
quires, "and  what  does 
this  queer  name  Luray 
mean  ?" 

"  One  question  answers 
the  other.  This  part  of 
the  valley  was  settled  first 
by  Huguenots  who  had 
escaped  from  France  thro' 
the  Palatinate;  and  they 
named  their  district  Lor- 
raine, which  has  been  cor- 
rupted into  Luray,  by 
changes  really  slight  when 
you  think  of  the  eliptical 
tendency  of  all  pronuncia- 
tion in  Virginia." 

If  recent  history  is  more 
attractive,  then  here  is  the 
place  to  gather  thrilling 
reminiscences  of  the  long 
campaigns  of  the  civil  war 
from  Jackson  in  '6i  to 
Sheridan's  victory  in  '65, 
which  belong  to  every  hill- 


AN    "interior"    in   THE    INN    AT    LURAY. 


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top  and  each  valley  road.  If  one  enjoys  sport,  here  are  the  forests  and 
stream  of  the  Blue  Ridge  or  the  Massanutten,  and 

" a  full-fed  river  winding  slow, 

By  herds  upon  an  endless  plain." 

If  he  is  an  artist — surely  he  could  find  no  richer  field.  Luray  itself  is  a 
relic  of  the  old-time  Virginia  rural  villages — quaint,  irregular,  vine-grown 
and  full  of  romantic  suggestion.  Along  the  river,  pictures  of  the  most 
enchanting  character  may  be  found;  with  the  water  in  the  foreground,  a 
rocky  wall  right  or  left,  a  middle  distance  of  farm-lands  and  well- 
rounded  copses,  the  vista  will  always  lead  straight  to  the  clustered  peaks 
that  stand  proud  and  shapely  on  the  horizon. 

"  Ah,  what  a  depth  in  that  blue  sky, 

With  rug-ged  mountains  softly  blent; 
As  here  we  wandered,  you  and  I, 
Singing,  painting-,  as  we  went." 


VIII. 

UP   THE   SOUTH    FORK. 

The  Hawksbill.— Shield's  Pursuit  of    Jackson.— "  Stonewall's"  Personal  Fighting.— 

Elkton.— The  Battle  of  Port  Republic. —Iron  Mining  and  Manufacture.— 

Other  Minerals.— The  Way  to  the  White  Sulphur  Springs.— 

Jubal  Early's  Defeat  at  Waynesboro. 

From  Luray  southward  the  road  runs  upon  a  ridge  separating  the 
Shenandoah  from  the  Hawksbill,  which  was  crossed  on  a  high  trestle  just 
at  town,  and  whose  broad  valley  is  filled  with  prosperous  farms.  It  was 
a  favorite  resort  for  cavalrymen  during  the  late  war,  since  they  not  only 
found  it  a  capital  region  to  operate  in,  but  plentifully  stored  with  forage. 
Through  the  many  passes  in  this  part  of  the  Blue  Ridge  would  descend 
the  troopers  of  Mosby,  and  to  the  same  fastnesses  fled  the  horsemen  of 
Early's  hard-pressed  squadrons,  only  to  re-appear  again  the  moment  the 
coast  was  clear. 

Up  this  South  fork,  in  1862,  Shields  hastened  forward  after  Jackson, 
who  had  escaped  between  him  and  Fremont  at  Strasburg,  while  the  latter 
commander  chased  him  up  the  North  fork.  The  plan  was  to  unite  at 
the  southern  end  of  the  Massanutten,  and  there  defeat  the  weary  and 
weakened  Rebels  by  means  of  their  combined  forces — a  plan  which  prom- 
ised success,  but  failed  to  keep  its  promise. 

Shields'  first  care  was  the  bridges,  of  which  three  spanned  the  Shen- 
andoah between  Luray  and  Port  Republic.  One  of  these  was  just  here 
opposite  Marksville  station  (a  place  now  noteworthy  for  the  superior 
ochre  which  is  mined  in  its  vicinity),  but  he  was  too  late,  for  Jackson  had 
burned  it.  Thus  compelled  to  take  muddy  roads  (this  was  the  first  week 
of  June),  he  struggled  slowly  along  the  western  bank  of  the  river  until 
his  advance  had  arrived  at  Conrad's  store,  where  was  the  next  bridge, 
and  which  is  only  a  mile  or  two  from  our  station,  Elkton,  on  Elk  run. 


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(It  was  by  the  way  of  Swift  Run  gap  and  down  this  little  side  valley,  that 
Spottswood  and  his  "Knights  of  the  Golden  Horseshoe"  first  looked 
upon  the  Shenandoah,  in  1716,  whence  sprang  the  Scotch-Irish  ancestors 
of  the  land-holders  of  this  region.)  Carroll,  one  of  Shield's  subordinates, 
pushing  north  to  secure  the  bridge  at  Conrad's,  with  Tyler's  brigade  a 
few  miles  behind,  surprised  the  whole  of  Jackson's  trains  and  camp,  left 
under  the  guard  of  only  a  few  cavalrymen  with  three  guns.  Dashing  in, 
Carroll  nearly  stampeded  the  train  and  escort,  but  it  happened  that  the 
commander  and  his  staff  were  there,  and  taking  part  himself  in  the  very 
front  of  the  skirmish,  Jackson  succeeded  in  recapturing  the  bridge,  beat- 
ing back  the  bold  Federal  squad,  and  recovering  his  equipage.  Mean- 
while the  battle  of  Cross  Keys,  a  few  miles  to  the  westward  had  begun, 
Ewell's  Confederates  facing  Fremont  and  holding  him  in  check  until 
night  allowed  the  vanquished  Federals  to  retreat. 

All  this  time  our  merry  train  has  been  carrying  us  southward,  and 
when  the  whistle  sounds  for  Port  Republic — the  next  station  above 
Elkton — we  are  running  straight  across  the  river-plain  on  which  was 
fought  the  frightful  battle  of  June  loth,  1862,  where  the  dead  lay  so 
thickly  that  Jackson  thought  they  must  outnumber  the  living. 

Here  is  the  head  of  the  South  fork  of  the  Shenandoah,  and  the 
town  takes  its  name  from  the  fact  that  formerly  flat-boat  navigation  began 
at  this  "port."  About  four  miles  southwest,  the  North  and  Middle 
rivers,  the  principal  tributaries  that  go  to  make  the  main  Shenandoah, 
unite,  and  at  this  point.  South  river,  coming  from  the  base  of  the  Blue 
Ridge,  joins  them.  In  the  angle  between  South  and  Middle  rivers  lies 
the  town,  and  through  it  goes  the  valley  turnpike  on  its  way  to  the  cross- 
ing of  the  Blue  Ridge  at  Brown's  gap.  From  the  cultivated  river-plain 
a  succession  of  terraces  arise  to  the  wooded  spurs  of  the  mountains. 

On  the  morning  of  the  loth  of  June,  the  Union  army  under  Shields 
had  been  planted  below  the  town  in  a  very  advantageous  position. 
Jackson's  men  were  divided,  but  withdrawing  Ewell's  army  from  its  posi- 
tion at  Cross  Keys,  Jackson  soon  outnumbered  the  force  of  Shields,  who 
could  expect  no  help  from  Fremont.  The  fighting  began  early  in  the 
day  and  was  especially  severe  in  the  elevated  woods  upon  the  left  of  the 
line  of  battle,  where  Tyler's  Federal  guns  were  captured  and  re-captured 
by  hand-to-hand  conflicts  in  the  thickets.  At  first  the  Confederates  got 
the  worst  of  it,  and  their  general  trembled  for  the  result;  but  his  arrange- 
ments were  so  careful,  his  celerity  in  re-inforcing  was  so  great,  and  his 
men  were  so  recklessly  courageous,  that  they  bloodily  snatched  victory 
from  defeat  and  pressed  the  Federals  so  heavily  that  for  a  short  time  the 
retreat  became  a  rout.  The  loss  was  terrific — a  far  larger  percentage 
than  is  usual  in  battles;  and  though  the  cavalry  began  to  follow  the 
fleeing  foe  they  were  speedily  recalled,  and  before  night  the  whole  Con- 
federate army  was  hastily  withdrawing  into  the  security  of  Brown's  gap, 
Fremont,  who  had  come  to  the  bluffs  on  the  western  bank  of  the  river 
giving  them  a  parting  salvo. 

Meanwhile     Shields    (and     later,    Fremont),    under     orders    from 


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McDowell,  continued  the  retreat  to  the  base  of  operations  in  the  lower 
valley.  These  battles  of  Cross  Keys  and  Port  Republic  closed  Jackson's 
momentous  and  brilliant  campaigns  of  1862 — closed  them  in  the  very 
region  where  they  were  begun  with  a  small  and  dispirited  army  only  three 
months  before.  The  succeeding  week  he  spread  his  camps  in  the  park- 
like groves  and  dells  which  lie  a  little  south  of  Port  Republic — the  very 
hills  through  which  the  track  now  winds  so  ingeniously. 

But'Baily,  who  has  a  practical  turn  of  mind  far  above  me,  has  been 
listening  to  only  a  portion  of  my  war  stories,  having  gone  off  to  chat  with 
a  gentleman  whom  he  somehow  discovered  was  informed  about  iron 
matters  in  these  hills.  Reporting  this  conversation,  Baily  tells  us  that 
this  region  is  full  of  metallic  wealth  and  has  long  furnished  iron  and 
various  other  useful  minerals  to  commerce,  rivaling  the  mining  districts 
of  the  Appalachian  ranges  north  of  the  great  valley.  On  the  Massa- 
nutten  outcrops  of  iron  ores,  classified  as  Clinton  Nos.  Ill  and  V,  occur 
in  nearly  every  peak,  while  universally,  almost,  at  the  western  base  of 
the  Blue  Ridge,  primordial  iron  comes  to  the  surface. 

"  We  have  just  passed,"  says  Baily,  "  at  the  station  called  Milnes, 
between  Luray  and  Elkton,  the  large  Shenandoah  Iron  Works,  where 
for  many  years  charcoal  iron  has  been  made,  but  now  blast  furnaces 
have  been  erected  and  coke-iron  is  made.  They  tell  me  that  the  com- 
pany owns  35,000 acres  of  land  alongthe  foot  of  the  mountains,  only  a 
small  portion  of  which  is  under  cultivation,  and  that  the  iron  ore  is  quar- 
ried out  of  open  excavations." 

"  What  sort  of  iron  is  made  ?" 

"  The  ore  is  a  brown  hematite,  and  the  product  is  a  neutral  iron  of 
especial  value  for  foundry  use.  Only  pig  is  cast  now,  but  blooms  can 
be  made  when  the  market  justifies  it.  About  three  hundred  and  fifty 
men  are  employed." 

"  Is  that  all  there  is  at  the  station  ?  "  I  ask. 

"  No,  it  is  the  end  of  a  division  of  the  railway — you  noticed  that  we 
changed  locomotives  ;  and  there  are  small  repair  shops.  The  result  is  a 
busy  little  town  which  furnishes  the  neighboring  farmers  so  steady  a 
market  for  their  beef,  poultry,  garden  produce  and  forage,  that  they  are 
well-off  and  enhancing  the  value  of  their  lands  by  steady  improvements 
and  a  higher  style  of  agriculture.  Sixty  or  seventy  dollars  an  acre  is 
asked  for  the  best  farms  in  that  neighborhood,  though  a  great  deal  of 
unimproved  land  may  be  bought  for  ten  dollars  an  acre." 

Iron,  however,  is  not  the  whole  mineral  wealth  of  this  region. 
Umber,  ochre,  copper,  manganese,  marble,  kaolin,  fire-clay  and  various 
other  useful  metals  and  earths  are  known  to  lie  adjacent  to  the  line  of 
railway  we  are  following,  and  are  rapidly  being  availed  of  by  capitalists. 
A  complete  account  of  these  resources  has  recently  appeared  in  a  com- 
pact volume  written  by  Prof.  A.  S.  McCreath,  while,  in  the  files  of  that 
admirable  monthly,  The  Virginias,  published  by  Major  Jed.  Hotch- 
kiss,  at  Staunton,  detailed  information  and  statistics  may  be  found. 

"  By  the  way,"  Baily  remarks,  as  the  train  pulls  up  at  Waynesboro 


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Junction,  a  mile  from  the  large  and  well  known  town  of  Waynesboro, 
"  Hotchkiss  says  this  place  deserves  a  name  of  its  own,  because  it  is 
going  to  be  a  great  town  some  day." 

"  Why  does  he  think  so  ?  " 

"  On  account  of  the  ease  of  transportation  to  it  from  four  directions 
of  the  crude  materials;  of  minerals  and  timber  property  abounding  in  the 


i--»i>--inf%--ir~f-i 


region  to  which  it  forms  the  cen- 
tre, and  of  the  machinery  neces- 
sary to  their  manufacture." 

Just  now  Waynesboro  is  mere- 
ly the  crossing  of  our  road  by 
the  Chesapeake  and    Ohio.     A 

number  of  passengers  disembarked  who  were  bound  for  the  White 
Sulphur  and  other  springs  across  the  mountains  to  the  westward, 
while  some  were  going  the  other  way  to  wine-making  Charlottesville 
or  to  Richmond.  To  the  White  Sulphur  and  other  famous  Virginian 
mountain  resorts  we  found  this  was  coming  to  be  a  favorite  route 
from  both  north  and  south,  its  own  loveliness,  the  opportunity  of 
thus  seeing  one  or  both  of  the  two  great  "natural  curiosities"  of  the 
Alleghanian  region,  Luray  Caverns,  and  the  Natural  Bridge,  and  the 
exceeding  wildness  of  the  scenery  along  the    mountain  division  of  the 


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Chesapeake  and  Ohio  (or  of  the  Richmond  and  Alleghany  for  those  who 
choose  to  go  via  Loch  Laird  and  Clifton  Forge),  recommending  it  above 
other  routes.  The  Madame  was  very  anxious  to  go  over  to  the  White 
Sulphur,  which  her  imagination,  stimulated  by  traditions  of  the  ante- 
bellum aristocracy,  had  painted  in  very  glowing  colors  ;  but  I  told  her  it 
was  impossible  now,  and  so  we  kept  our  seats  and  went  rushing  south- 
ward again  through  the  green  hills  that  divide  the  headwaters  of  the 
Shenandoah  from  the  tributaries  of  the  James. 

The  Chesapeake  and  Ohio  Railway,  to  which  I  have  referred  (or 
at  least  this  part  of  it),  was  known  before  the  war  as  the  Virginia  Central; 
and  as  it  was  one  of  the  two  routes  between  Richmond  and  the  Valley 
of  Virginia,  it  was  of  great  importance  to  the  Confederates.  To  destroy 
it,  therefore,  became  one  of  the  objects  of  every  Federal  force  in  the 
valley,  though  that  end  was  not  achieved  until  Sheridan's  successes  of 
1864. 

Toward  the  close  of  that  campaign  the  vicinity  of  Waynesboro 
became  a  continual  skirmish-ground,  and  everything  was  laid  waste. 
Before  the  winter  of  1864-5  had  passed,  Sheridan  again  appeared  in 
force,  the  cavalry  sent  to  contest  his  advance  proving  inefficient.  The 
Confederate  commander,  Jubal  Early,  had  collected  his  army  as  well  as 
he  could  and  posted  them  upon  a  ridge  just  on  the  further  (western)  edge 
of  Waynesboro,  where  Sheridan's  advance  came  up  with  him  on  March 
2d.  "  Custer  at  once  sent  three  regiments  around  the  enemy's  left 
flank,  while  at  the  same  time  charging  in  front  with  the  other  two 
brigades.  The  position  was  carried  in  an  instant,  with  little,  if  any  loss 
on  either  side,  and  almost  the  entire  force  captured,  all  Early's  wagons 
and  subsistence,  tents,  ammunition,  seventeen  flags,  eleven  guns  (includ- 
ing five  found  in  the  town)  and,  first  and  last,  about  1,600  officers  and 
men.  ...  As  for  Early,  Long,  Wharton,  and  the  other  Confederate 
Generals,  they  fled  into  the  woods,  and  Early  himself  soon  after  barely 
escaped  capture  by  Sheridan's  cavalry,  while  making  his  way  to  Richmond. 
The  victory  at  Waynesboro  left  Sheridan  complete  master  of  the  valley." 


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IX. 

CRAB-TREE    FALLS  AND    THE    NATURAL 

BRIDGE. 

A  Rougher  Landscape.— Sources  of    the  Shenandoah.— Crab-tree  Falls!— Ascent  of 
Three  Thousand   Feet  of    Cataracts.— View  from  Pinnacle  Mountain.— 
Lexington  and  Loch  Laird.— Approaching  the  Natural  Bridge.— 
The  Hotel.— Prue's  Surprise.— Majesty  of  the  Bridge — 
The  Attractions  along  Cedar  Creek.— The  Pic- 
ture from  Above. — Surrounding  Scenery 
and  Amusements.— The  Bridge 
bv  Moonlight. 

Though  the  vicinity  of  Waynesboro,  for  some  miles  southward,  is  a 
well  cultivated  farming  and  grazing  region,  by  the  time  Stuart's  Draft  is 
reached  the  face  of  the  country  where  the  track  passes  has  become  too 
rough  for  farming,  and  the  scene  from  the  car-windows  is  an  ever  vary- 
ing panorama  of  rugged  hills  and  deep  ravines.  Almost  the  only  signs 
of  human  occupation  are  small  log  cabins,  whose  restraint-hating,  indo- 
lence-loving occupants  earn  a  scanty  living  by  chopping  logs;  gathering 
oak  and  hemlock  bark  (one  of  the  leading  products  of  this  region,  where 
large  tanneries  exist),  and  sumac  leaves;  in  hunting,  fishing  and  feeble 
farming.  The  hills  we  are  passing  across — a  tangled  series  of  folds 
belonging  to  the  Blue  Ridge — are  called  the  Big  Levees,  and  are  domin- 
ated eastwardly  by  the  Humpback  mountains.  Their  drainage  forms 
the  South  river,  and  hence  the  uppermost  source  of  the  Shenandoah. 
The  streams  which  go  to  make  it  up  are  countless,  prattling  down  every 
green  hollow.  Now  and  then  a'pretty  cascade  is  seen,  like  the  Cypress 
falls  opposite  Riverside,  leaping  fierce  and  white  out  of  the  wooded 
precipice  into  a  deep  and  quiet  pool. 

The  greatest  of  all  cataracts  in  the  Virginian  mountains,  however, 
is  the  Crab-tree  falls,  reached  by  the  old  pike  road  from  Vesuvius  to 
Montebello  and  the  Tye  River  valley  east  of  the  Blue  Ridge.  Sheridan 
once  passed  a  large  part  of  his  army  across  the  mountains  by  this  road. 
At  the  very  summit,  from  among  the  topmost  crags  of  Pinnacle  peak,  one 
of  the  highest  in  Virginia,  comes  the  Crab-tree  to  take  its  fearful  course. 
Thence  it  descends  three  thousand  feet  in  making  a  horizontal  distance 
of  two  thousand,  forming  "a  series  of  cascades  athwart  the  face  of  the 
rock,  over  which  the  water  shimmers  in  waves  of  beauty,  like  veils  of 
lace  trailed  over  glistening  steel."  The  course  of  the  stream  is  distinctly 
visible  from  a  long  distance  down  the  face  of  the  great  crag,  which  con- 
trasts sharply  with  the  leafy  masses  on  each  side,  and  forms  a  striking 
landmark.  The  cascades  vary  from  over  five  hundred  feet  in  the  highest 
to  fifty  or  sixty  in  the  lowest,  and  are  greatly  different  in  form  and 
appearance.  The  Crab-tree  is  not  a  large  stream;  in  one  or  two  places 
the  entire  body  of  water  is  compressed  into  a  shooting  jet  not  more  than 
six  inches  in  diameter,  but,  with  the  economy  of  nature,  nothing  is  lost 
in  artistic  effect. 

Three  miles  down  Tye  river  the  ascent  of  the  falls  is  begun  by 
entering  the  forest  and  a  chaos  of  massive  rocks.     "  The  forest  is  so 


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dense,"  says  H.  L.  Bridgman,  of  New  York,  "  that  scarcely  can  the  sun- 
light pierce  it.  Stately  oaks,  wide-spreading  maples  and  hickories,  the 
birch  and  beech,  with  an  occasional  pine,  and  at  rare  intervals  the  light 
gray  foliage  of  the  cucumber-tree,  make  up  a  forest  scene  of  wonderful 
beauty.  Scarcely  are  we  within  the  woods  when,  looking  aloft,  we  see 
through  the  leafy  green  of  tree  tops  the  white  spray  of  the  '  Galvin '  cata- 
ract, named  in  compliment  to  our  guide,  and  150  feet  high.  This  is  a  clear, 
bold  fall,  and  rather  larger  in  volume  and  force  than  any  of  the  others. 
The  effects  of  the  sunlight  and  shadow  upon  the  fall  and  the  forest  are 
exceedingly  graceful  and  picturesque,  and  from  the  beginning  of  the 
ascent  all  the  way  to  the  top  the  scene  changes  and  shifts  like  a  fairy 
panorama.  .  .  .  An  hour  or  more  of  hard  work  and  steady  climbing 
brings  us  to  the  base  of  the  'Grand  Cataract,'  the  first  leap  of  the  entire 
series,  a  clear  fall  of  over  500  feet.  It  was  the  Grand  Cataract  which 
we  had  seen  from  the  road  far  below,  and  looking  upward  from  its  base, 
the  sight  was  like  a  sheet  of  foam  falling  out  of  a  clear  sky.  The  water, 
pure  as  crystal,  is  not  projected  with  sufficient  force  to  send  it  clear  of 
the  rock,  and  so  it  falls  over  its  face,  vailing  the  rugged  front  of  the 
mountain  as  with  a  fleece.  Standing  at  its  base  and  looking  upward, 
the  spectator  does  not  realize  its  immense  height,  but  comparison  of  the 
lofty  trees  which  tower  into  the  heavens  without  approaching  half  the 
height  of  the  falls  demonstrates  the  fact.  At  the  very  top  and  crown  of 
the  fall,  the  configuration  of  the  rock  gives  the  current  a  sharp  diagonal 
set  which  adds  much  to  its  picturesque  beauty.  Midway,  a  ledge  of  a 
few  feet  wide  arrests  the  fall  and  throws  it  boldly  forward  in  a  straight 
line  again  adown  a  sheer  and  glistening  precipice  of  more  than  200  feet. 
At  the  base  of  the  Grand  Cataract  daisies  bloom,  and  the  waters  are 
quite  shallow." 

It  is  possible  to  work  one's  way  upward  along  these  capricious 
cataracts  to  the  very  summit,  and  thence  overlook  a  wide  area  of  primi- 
tive mountain  country.  All  about  the  observers  tower  peaks  of  the  first 
rank,  heaving  against  the  blue  of  heaven  a  surging  mass  of  foliage. 
"Dotting  the  mountain  sides  in  every  direction  are  cleared  fields  in 
which  corn,  wheat  and  tobacco  are  raised,  the  clearings  sometimes 
extending  to  the  very  summits,  while  scattered  here  and  there  in  all 
directions,  nestling  in  the  intervals  and  pockets  of  the  ranges,  are  the 
log  cabins  of  the  mountaineers.  Safe  in  these  fortresses  and  upon  a 
kindly  and  generous  soil,  with  a  genial  and  salubrious  climate,  the 
natives  live  from  one  generation  to  another  an  easy,  thriftless  and 
contented  life.  No  one  who  sees  the  view  from  the  head  of  the  Crab- 
tree  falls  or  Pinnacle  mountain,  no  matter  what  his  travels  or 
experience  in  this  or  any  other  country  have  been  or  may  be,  will  ever 
be  able  to  forget  its  matchless  charm,  repose  and  serenity." 

Through  such  a  region  as  that  we  are  now  running,  by  the  help  of  a 
thousand  curves,  deep  cuttings  or  lofty  bridges.  Now  and  then  wonderful 
landscapes  open  out — far  views  southward  and  westward  into  the  richly 
blue  folds  of  the  mountains,  but  chiefly  our  eyes  are  held  by  green  dells, 


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the  romantic  river,  and  the  captivating  bits  of  ruined  canal,  which 
arrange  themselves  for  an  instant  close  to  the  track  only  to  dissolve 
into  new  pictures  with  kaleidoscopic  speed. 

At  Loch  Laird  we  encounter  the  Richmond  and  Alleghany  Railway, 
which  forms  an  exceedingly  picturesque  route  from  Richmond  westward 
to  a  junction  with  the  Chesapeake  and  Ohio  at  Clifton  Forge.  Its  only 
availability  to  us  here  would  be  as  the  means  of  access  to  Lexington,  a 
town  which  southern  people  are  fond  of  calling  the  "Athens  of 
Virginia,"  because  of  its  intellectual  society  and  regard  for  books. 
This  arises  from  the  fact  that  since  its  foundation  it  has  been  a  school 
town,  and  has  now  the  celebrated  Military  Institute  of  which  the  most 
distinguished  son  was  "Stonewall"  Jackson,  who  is  buried  there. 

"What  river  is  this?"  asks  Prue  after  we  had  been  tracing  the 
pretty  stream  for  a  few  miles,  having  passed  over  the  divide  and  now 
were  beginning  to  follow  descending  instead  of  ascending  currents. 

"  The  South  river,"  I  reply. 

"  But  I  thought  we  had  just  left  South  river  behind." 

"So  we  did.  This  is  another,  and  a  branch  of  the  James.  You 
might  find  a  hundred  South  'rivers,'  'forks,'  'branches,'  and  so  on  in 
the  state.     They  were  carelessly  named  by  people  who  never  went —  " 

"  Natural  Bridge  !"  shouts  the  brakeman,  and  we  hurriedly  gather 
up  our  baggage  and  alight,  with  perhaps  the  most  pleasurable  antici- 
pations of  the  whole  trip. 

It  is  two  miles  from  the  railway  back  into  the  broken  hill  country, 
where  the  Natural  Bridge  spans  one  of  the  mountain  streams.  Hacks 
from  the  hotel  awaited  the  train,  and  our  party  had  soon  begun  the 
drive.  A  short  distance  brought  us  out  upon  a  sort  of  ledge,  where, 
some  hundreds  of  feet  directly  beneath  us,  we  could  see  the  noble 
James,  deep,  wide  and  glossy,  forcing  its  way  along  in  the  dignity  of 
fullness  and  strength.  On  the  other  side  a  great  hill  rose  from  the 
water,  and  as  we  attained  higher  and  higher  levels,  other  ridge-like  sum- 
mits appeared  behind,  each  more  savage  and  lonely  than  the  preced- 
ing. 

The  road  is  good  and  winds  prettily  among  the  hills,  between  a 
gulf  on  one  side  and  tangled  brush  slopes  on  the  other.  It  was  with 
pleasing  suddenness,  too,  that  we  emerged  at  last  upon  the  broad  lawns 
and  parks  of  the  hotel  property,  with  its  array  of  handsome  dormitories, 
and  its  groups  of  smaller  pleasure  buildings,  summer-houses  and  gardens. 
It  was  supper-time,  and  we  were  content  for  that  night  to  sit  on  the 
veranda,  listen  to  the  ballroom  music,  breathe  the  cool,  balsamic  air, 
and  sleep  the  sleep  of  weariness. 

Breakfast  was  no  sooner  despatched  next  morning,  however,  than 
we  hastened  to  satisfy  our  curiosity  as  to  this  great  bridge  "  not  built 
with  hands,"  which  justly  ranks  among  America's  "  seven  wonders." 

The  lawns  are  cleared  around  the  head  of  a  shallow  ravine,  the 
extreme  upper  point   of  which  is   occupied   by  an   enormous  mineral 


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spring  and  fish  basin.  Down  the  ravine  from  the  spring  goes  a  well- 
graded  pathway,  which  quickly  disappears  in  the  woods  standing  along 
the  tumbling  cascades  of  a  brook  that  traverses  the  estate,  and  we 
follow  it  gleefully  until  it  has  descended  three  or  four  hundred  feet  into 
the  leafy  screen  and  rocky  seclusion  of  one  of  Appalachia's  most  lovely 
glens.  Prue  has  been  sauntering  on  ahead,  and  turns  a  corner.  As  she 
does  so  we  see  her  lift  her  head,  a  wide-eyed  glow  of  surprise  illumines 
her  fair  face,  and  she  utters  a  little  exclamation  of  delight.  A  step 
forward  and  we  stand  by  her  side  and  share  her  excitement — the  bridge 
is  before  us! 

The  first  impression  is  the  lasting  one — its  majesty  !  It  stands 
alone.  There  is  nothing  to  distract  the  eye.  The  first  point  of  view  is 
at  sufficient  distance,  and  somewhat  above  the  level  of  the  foundation. 
Solid  walls  of  rock  and  curtaining  foliage  guide  the  vision  straight  to 
the  narrows  where  the  arch  springs  colossal  from  side  to  side.  Whatever 
questions  may  arise  as  to  its  origin,  there  is  nothing  hidden  or  mysteri- 
ous in  its  appearance.  The  material  of  the  walls  is  the  material  of  the 
bridge.  Its  piers  are  braced  against  the  mountains,  its  enormous  key- 
stone bears  down  with  a  weight  which  holds  all  the  rest  immovable,  yet 
which  does  not  look  ponderous.  Every  part  is  exposed  to  our  view  at  a 
glance,  and  all  parts  are  so  proportionate  to  one  another  and  to  their 
surroundings, — so  simple  and  comparable  to  the  human  structures  with 
which  we  are  familiar,  that  the  effect  upon  our  minds  is  not  to  stun,  but 
to  satisfy  completely  our  sense  of  the  beauty  of  curve  and  upright, 
grace  and  strength  drawn  upon  a  magnificent  scale.  "  It  is  so  massive," 
exclaims  Mr.  Charles  Dudley  Warner,  "  so  high,  so  shapely,  the  abut- 
ments rise  so  solidly  and  spring  into  the  noble  arch  with  such  grace  and 
power  !  .  ,  .  Through  the  arch  is  the  blue  sky;  over  the  top  is  the 
blue  sky  ;  great  trees  try  in  vain  to  reach  up  to  it,  bushes  and  vines  drape 
and  soften  its  outlines,  but  do  not  conceal  its  rugged  massiveness.  It  is 
still  in  the  ravine,  save  for  the  gentle  flow  of  the  stream,  and  the  bridge 
seems  as  much  an  emblem  of  silence  and  eternity  as  the  Pyramids." 

Descending  further  the  path  cut  along  the  base  of  the  cliffs,  which, 
as  one  writer  has  said,  arise  "  with  the  decision  of  a  wall,  but  without 
its  uniformity — massive,  broken,  beautiful,  and  supplying  a  most  admir- 
able foreground."  We  advance  under  the  arch,  and  gaze  straight  up  at 
its  under  side  which  is  from  sixty  to  ninety  feet  wide.  It  is  almost  two 
hundred  feet  above  the  stony  bed  of  Cedar  creek,  but  Baily  doesn't 
remember  this,  and  fancies  he  can  hurl  a  pebble  to  the  ceiling.  Vain 
youth  !  Even  gentle  Prue  laughs  at  him,  and  the  swallows  weaving 
their  airy  flight  in  and  out  from  sunlight  to  shadow,  fearlessly  swoop 
lower  and  twitter  more  loudly,  deriding  his  foolish  ambition. 

Crossing  the  gay  torrent  on  a  foot-bridge,  we  wandered  up  the  creek 
a  mile  or  more,  past  Hemlock  island  ;  past  the  cave  where  saltpetre  was 
procured  for  making  powder,  in  1812,  and  again  during  the  Confederate 
struggle,  and  even  penetrated  the  low  portal  within  which  a  "  lost  "river 
murmurs  and  echoes  to  our  ears  its  unseen  history,  as  it  plunges  through 


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the  dark  recesses  of  its  subterranean  course  ;  and  the  farther  we  went  the 
more  rugged,  thickly  wooded  and  charmingly  untamed  was  the  gulch. 
Finally  the  walls  closed  in  altogether,  but  finding  a  boat  we  crossed  to  a 
stairway  of  stone  leading  to  Lace  Water  falls,  where  the  stream  leaps  a 
hundred  feet,  falling  in  a  dazzling  deshabille  of  rainbow-tinted  bubbles 
and  spray. 

The  Bridge  seen  from  this  (the  upper)  side  is  imposing,  and  its 
magnitude  is  perhaps  more  striking  ;  but  on  the  whole  it  is  not  so  effect- 
ive, regarded  as  an  object  by  itself,  as  when  studied  from  below. 
Harriet  Martineau,  who  once  visited  the  spot,  and  has  written  enthusias- 
tically of  it  in  the  second  volume  of  her  "Retrospect  of  Western 
Travel  "  (1838),  declares  that  she  found  most  pleasure  in  looking  at  the 
Bridge  from  the  path  just  before  reaching  its  base.  "The  irregular 
arch,"  she  writes,  "is  exquisitely  tinted  with  every  shade  of  gray  and 
brown  ;  while  trees  encroach  from  the  sides  and  overhang  from  the  top, 
between  which  and  the  arch  there  is  an  additional  depth  of  fifty-six  feet. 
It  was  now  early  in  July  ;  the  trees  were  in  their  brightest  and  thickest 
foilage  ;  and  the  tall  beeches  under  the  arch  contrasted  their  verdure  with 
the  gray  rock,  and  received  the  gilding  of  the  sunshine  as  it  slanted  into 
the  ravine,  glittering  in  the  drips  from  the  arch,  and  in  the  splashing 
and  tumbling  waters  of  Cedar  creek,  which  ran  by  our  feet." 

Nevertheless,  if  you  are  willing  to  regard  the  great  arch  only  as  a 
part  of  the  ensemble,  and  to  take  into  just  account  what  is  around  and 
beyond  it  as  a  proper  part  of  the  scene,  I  advise  you  to  place  yourself 
a  hundred  yards  above  and  then  observe  what  a  charming  picture  of 
glistening  torrent,  flower-hung  rocks,  stately  trees  and  far  away  mountain 
crests  is  framed  into  its  oval  ;  and  how  incomparable  is  the  colossal 
frame  itself — what  sublimity  of  design — what  wealth  of  decoration  and 
lavishness  of  color  ! 

It  cannot  be  too  strongly  insisted  upon,  however,  that  while  this 
curious  product  of  water  erosion  (slowly  turning  a  cave  into  a  long 
tunnel  and  then,  by  the  falling  of  the  most  of  the  roof,  leaving  only  an 
arch-like  segment  of  the  tunnel  in  the  shape  of  a  bridge)  is  the  central 
attraction,  there  are  a  thousand  other  sources  of  enjoyment  and 
pastime  at  this  pilgrimage-point. 

For  those  who  are  content  with  rest  and  gossip,  fresh  air  by  day  and 
dancing  at  night,  the  fine  new  hotel  offers  every  inducement  for  a 
prolonged  stay.  To  the  larger  class  which  seeks  more  active  pleasure 
during  the  summer  vacation,  a  wide  range  of  good  roads  and  interesting 
country  is  open  for  exploration.  "  The  Bridge,"  says  the  admirable  little 
guide-book  issued  by  the  hotel  people,  "connects  two  of  five  round- 
topped  mountains  that  rise  boldly  from  the  great  Valley  of  Virginia,  near 
the  confluence  of  James  and  North  rivers.  These  have  been  named 
Lebanon,  Mars  hill,  Mount  Jefferson,  Lincoln  heights,  and  Cave 
mountain,  and  embraced  in  the  park.  Private  carriage-roads,  nearly 
ten  miles  long,  lead  around  or  over  them,  and  give  through  arches  cut  in 


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the  forest,  or  from  open  spaces,  a  wonderful  variety  and  extent  of  mount- 
ain scenery. 

"Eight  hundred  feet  below  the  summit  of  Mt.  Jefferson  lie  the 
green  valleys  of  the  rivers.  Eight  miles  to  the  east  the  Blue  Ridge, 
forest-covered  and  mist-crowned,  rises  to  its  greatest  height,  4,300  feet 
above  the  sea,  and  extends  to  north  and  south  nearly  one  hundred 
miles  before  it  is  lost  in  the  dim  distance-  A  little  to  the  left  the  glint  of 
broken  granite  alone  shows  where  the  river  bursts  through,  and  at*  the 
right  the  crest  lowers  so  that  the  Peaks  of  Otter  may  overlook.  At  the 
south,  Purgatory  mountain,  and  at  the  north.  House  mountain,  throw  their 
immense  masses  half  across  the  plain.  Against  the  western  sky  North 
mountain,  the  *  Endless  mountain  '  of  the  Indians,  lies  cold  and  colorless. 
In  the  lifted  central  space  of  this  great  amphitheatre  the  park  is  located." 

An  old  turnpike  crosses  upon  the  Bridge,  but  amid  the  apparently 
unbroken  forest,  few  persons  would  discover  it  till  told  by  the  driver. 
In  one  of  his  inimitable  articles  in  Harper  s  Magazine,  befoYe  the  war, 
Porte  Crayon  gives  a  ludicrous  account  of  how  his  party  behaved  on  the 
brink  of  the  chasm  :  and  Miss  Martineau  confesses  how  her  search  was 
baffled.  "  While  the  stage  rolled  and  jolted,"  she  writes,  "along  the 
extremely  bad  road,  Mr.  L.  and  I  went  prying  about  the  whole  area  of 
the  wood,  poking  our  horses'  noses  into  every  thicket  and  between  any 
two  pieces  of  rock,  that  we  might  be  sure  not  to  miss  our  object,  the 
driver  smiling  after  us  whenever  he  could  spare  attention  from  his  own 
not  very  easy  task  of  getting  his  charge  along.  With  all  my  attention  I 
could  see  no  precipice,  and  was  concluding  to  follow  the  road  without 
more  vagaries,  when  Mr.  L.,  who  was  a  little  in  advance,  waved  his 
whip  as  he  stood  beside  his  horse,  and  said,  "  Here  is  the  Bridge  !"  I 
then  perceived  that  we  were  nearly  over  it,  the  piled  rocks  on  either 
hand  forming  a  barrier  which  prevents  a  careless  eye  from  perceiving 
the  ravine  which  it  spans.  I  turned  to  the  side  of  the  road,  and  rose  in 
my  stirrup  to  look  over  ;  but  I  found  it  would  not  do.  .  .  .  The  only 
way  was  to  go  down  and  look  up  ;  though  where  the  bottom  could  be 
was  past  my  imagining,  the  view  from  the  top  seeming  to  be  of  foliage 
below — foliage  forever." 

The  driveways  do  not  cease  at  the  Bridge,  but  continue  by  an 
elevated  course  which  gives  some  remarkable  outlooks,  and  takes  in 
various  notable  points. 

The  hotel  is  open  all  winter,  and  there  are  few  days  in  this  southern 
latitude  when  it  would  not  be  entirely  comfortable  to  visit  all  the  points 
I  have  mentioned,  and  see  the  Bridge  under  a  grimmer  aspect,  truly, 
than  when  mantled  in  the  garlands  of  summer,  yet  with  none  of  its 
grandeur  diminished. 

"Well,"  remarked  Prue,  when  I  had  read  over  to  her  what  I  have 
written,  ''Y  do  think  you  have  made  about  as  great  a  faihwe  as  I  have 
ever  seen.  Why  you  havn't  begun  to  tell  of  half  the  good  times  we 
had  at  that  perfectly  lovely  place  !  " 


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"  I  know  it,"  I  confess  with  humility. 

"Well,  at  least,"  she  went  on,  crushing  my  poor  effort,  "I  would 
describe  the  gorge  seen  by  moonlight.  Don't  you  remember,  Theo,  that 
evening  when  we  left  the  hop,  stole  away  from  the  crowd  on  the 
piazzas  and   ran  down   the  dewy  lawn  together  ? " 

"You  looked  like  a  fairy  that  night,  Prue,  in  your  floating  lace." 

"And  then  how  we  crept  by  those  big  ogreish  arbor-vitae  trees,  and 
how  you  laughed  at  me  because  I  was  a  little  timid  in  that  dreadfully 
dark  shadow  under  the  crag  ;  and  how  we  tried  to  hear  words  in  the 
tinkle  of  rivulets  down  the  ledges  ?  Then,  don't  you  remember  with  what 
a  startle  of  delfght  we  came  in  sight  of  the  ravine,  and  you  said  the 
Bridge  must  have  been  carved  out  of  silver  and  ebony  ?  Can't  you  tell 
about  that  ?  " 

"  No,  Prue — and  I  shouldn't  like  to  try.  Let  those  who  come  after 
us  find  it  out  for  themselves  as  one  of  a  hundred  novel  joys  which 
await  the  sojourner  at  the  Natural  Bridge." 


X. 

THE  NEW  CITY  OF  ROANOKE. 

On  the  Bank  of  the  James.— The  Gap.— Buchanan's  Iron  Works.— A  Town  Saved  by  its 

Captors.— Crossing  to  the  Valley  of  the  Roanoke. — Baily's  Triumphant 

Quotation. — Beginning   and   raison  d'etre  of   Roanoke. — History 

of  the  Consolidated  Railways. — Amenities  of  Roanoke. — 

Machine   Works. — Iron   Furnaces. — Stock-yards. — 

Minor  Factories.— The  Great  Hotel.— 

Sunset  Pictures. 

Rolling  slowly  across  the  lofty  iron  bridge  which  carries  the  track 
over  the  James  at  the  Natural  Bridge  station,  we  skirt  the  base  of  the 
mountains  on  the  southern  bank,  and  follow  closely  all  the  windings  of 
the  stream.  Not  only  is  it  impossible  for  the  railway  to  leave  its  mar- 
gin, for  the  most  part,  but  through  long  distances  it  has  been  needful  to 
dig  into  the  foot  of  the  precipitous  hillside  in  order  to  make  room  for  the 
tracks.  On  the  opposite  side  run  the  tracks  of  the  Richmond  and  Alle- 
ghany Railroad,  following  the  line  of  the  disused  canal,  whose  broken 
dams  still  ruffle  the  current,  and  whose  ruined  locks  are  sinking  into 
shapeless  decay. 

As  we  approach  Buchanan,  the  hills  grow  even  steeper,  and  crowd 
upon  the  river  so  closely  that  its  current  is  greatly  deepened  and  con- 
fined, and  rushes  with  noisy  turbulence  along  a  lane  of  gigantic  syca- 
mores, willows  and  other  water-loving  trees,  toward  the  gap  where  the 
James  bursts  its  way  through  the  lofty  cross-range  of  Purgatory  mount- 
ain. This  gap  is  one  which  will  especially  interest  not  only  the  scenery 
hunter  but  the  geologist;  for  in  the  northern  wall  of  the  gorge,  where 
the  river  has  exposed  a  vertical  face  of  rock  of  great  height  and  breadth, 
it  is  easy  to  see  how  the  rocks  there  have  been  bent  upward  into  an  arch 
as  high  as  the  hill,  the  concentric  strata  in  which  can  be  counted  almost 


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at  a  glance.  Every  exposed  cliff  and  railway-cutting  gives  evidence  to 
the  observant  eye  of  how  the  substance  of  these  confused  knolls  and 
ridges  has  been  contorted;  but  it  is  rare  that  so  plain  a  cross-section  of 
folding   is  offered  as  in  this  exceedingly  picturesque  gap. 

Between  Waynesboro  and  Buchanan,  the  town  which  lies  just  above 
the  gap,  many  incidents  of  historical  interest  might  have  been  enumer- 
ated, and  the  names  mentioned  of  many  great  men  who  were  its  sons; 


NEAR    BUCHANAN. 

but  no  consequential  operations  of  either  army  in  the  late  war  occurred 
there.  At  the  latter  town  however,  began  a  series  of  very  memorable 
scenes. 

On  the  evening  of  the  14th  of  June,  1864,  Buchanan  was  noisy  with 
furnaces,  forges,  foundries  and  mills,  especially  the  powerful  branch  of 
Tradegar  Iron  Works,  where  cannon,  ammunition,  and  other  iron-sup- 
plies were  cast  for  the  Confederate  government.  Here  were  flouring 
and  blanket  mills  also,  and  in  the  neighborhood  lay  farms  producing  food 
and  forage  for  the  army.  In  the  town,  as  guard,  was  McCausland  with 
the  cavalry  which  had  just  come  back  from  disasters  before  Sheridan, 
Demoralized  and  weak,  these  troopers  were  dismayed  to  hear  that  the 
Yankees  were  just  across  the  river  in  great  force,  and  would  capture 
them  all  in  a  hurry.  The  river  was  easily  fordable  here,  but  McCaus- 
land (the  same  who  set  fire  to  Chambersburg  and  several  Maryland  vil- 
lages), saw  fit  to  burn  the  bridge  against  the  protest  of  the  citizens. 
From  the  burning  bridge  houses  caught  fire,  and  the  whole  town  would 
have  been  destroyed  had  not  the  Yankee  soldiers  turned  firemen  and 
helped  extinguish  the  flames.  This  salvage  accomplished,  the  captors 
(Hunter's   fifteen   thousand    raiders)  destroyed   the  ordnance   factories 


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which  were  so  valuable  to  the  Confederacy,  and  pushed  toward  the  Peaks 
of  Otter,  "  at  a  great  expense  of  pioneer  labor  and  bush-fighting." 

The  James  river,  at  Buchanan,  passes  close  to  its  southern  watershed; 
and  having  crossed  the  ridges  which  closely  beset  the  town  in  that  direc- 
tion we  are  free  from  the  grasp  of  the  sterile  and  jungle-covered  hills  and 
descend  into  the  valley  of  the  Roanoke,  through  the  farming  and  fruit 
raising  districts  of  Houston    (the  boy-home   of  Sam  Houston,  of  Texas 


CROZIER   IRON    WORKS. 

fame),  Troutville  and  Cloverdale.     Seventy  thousand  apple   trees   were 
planted  in  Cloverdale  alone  during  1883;  and— 

"  Cut  it  short !  "  Baily  calls  out  with  that  disrespect  for  his  elders 
which  will  be  the  death  of  him  some  day.  "Here's  our  guide-book 
telling  us  all  about  it.     Listen  to  this: 

"We  enter  the  Roanoke  valley  amid  scenes  of  surpassing  beauty. 
The  setting  sun  purples  the  tops  of  the  mountains  and  throws  its  slanting 
rays  over  the  rich  field  and  pasture  lands;  the  twilight  steals  out  of  the 
forest  and  dims  the  blue  thread  of  mist  along  the  James;  the  cattle  low 
in  the  shaded  lanes,  the  sheep-bells  tinkle  on  the  hills;  ^olian  wmds 
ring  among  the  dusky  trees, 

'  Night  draws  her  mantle  and  pins  it  with  a  star  ! ' 

"The  city  of  Roanoke  blazes  up  ahead  like  an  illumination;  red- 
mouthed  furnace-chimneys  lift  like  giant  torches  above  the  plain;  the  roar 
of  machinery,  the  whistle  of  engines,  the  ceaseless  hum  of  labor  and  of 


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life  in  the  very  heart  of  a  quiet,  mountain-locked  valley  !  We  roll  into 
the  finest  depot  in  the  state,  and  are  escorted  to  a  hotel  that  would  do 
credit  to  the  proudest  city.     We  tourists  go  to  bed  dumbfounded  !  " 

"That's  the  way  to  do  it  !"  cries  Baily,  closing  his  book  in  tri- 
umph. 

And  that's  just  the  way  we  did. 

The  nucleus  of  this  city  of  Roanoke  was  a  small  village  known  as 
the  "  Lick,"  where  a  salt  lick,  or  saline  impregnation  of  a  piece  of 
marshy  land,  originally  attracted  the  wild  animals  of  the  vicinity,  and, 
with  the  advance  of  settlement,  the  domestic  animals  of  the  pioneers. 
It  was  on  a  post-road,  and  had  a  tavern,  store  and  post-office,  but  is  now 
simply  a  suburb  tenanted  wholly  by  negroes.  The  country  round  about 
was  exceptionally  rich  in  agricultural  land  and  forest  growth,  and  soon 
attracted  settlement  and  cultivation.  On  the  opening  of  the  Virginia  and 
Tennessee  Railway,  in  November,  1852,  the  business  of  the  neighbor- 
hood naturally  gravitated  to  the  immediate  vicinity  of  the  line,  and  a 
town  was  started  about  the  railway  station  called  "  Big  Lick,"  half  a 
mile  distant  from  "  Old  Lick,"  which  finally  became  a  hamlet  of  about  600 
people. 

In  1870,  the  Virginia  and  Tennessee,  by  consolidation  with  its 
connecting  lines,  became  the  Atlantic,  Mississippi  and  Ohio  Railroad, 
and  this  having  become  embarrassed  in  its  finances  was  purchased  by  a 
syndicate  of  capitalists  in  Philadelphia,  most  of  whom  were  already  inter- 
ested in  the  Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad,  then  in  course  of  construction. 
It  was  decided  to  continue  the  latter  line  to  a  junction  with  the  former 
at  Big  Lick  (achieved  in  June,  1882),  and  operate  them  in  association. 
The  name  of  the  Atlantic,  Mississippi  and  Ohio  Railroad  was  changed 
to  Norfolk  and  Western.  An  operating  arrangement  for  twenty-five 
years  was  concluded  in  September,  1881  with  the  East  Tennessee,  Vir- 
ginia and  Georgia  Railroad,  and  its  leased  lines,  and  the  Shenandoah 
Valley  Railroad,  and  the  entire  system  of  2,203  miles  of  railway  has 
since  that  date  been  worked  in  entire  harmony  in  all  matters  of  general 
traffic,  as  the  Virginia,  Tennessee  and  Georgia  Air  Line.  Economy 
and  efficiency  necessitated  some  central  point  for  the  control  of  the 
Norfolk  and  Western  and  Shenandoah  Valley  Railroads,  the  head-quar- 
ters of  their  direction,  position  of  the  shops  for  construction  and  repair 
of  equipment-,  and  residence  of  many  of  their  employees.  A  company  was 
therefore  formed,  which  gradually  bought  several  thousand  acres  of  land 
around  the  junction,  nearly  all  of  which  was  farm  land,  procured  the 
legal  authority  and  laid  out  a  town  site,  which  was  named  Roanoke 
after  the  river  which  flows  half  a  mile  southward. 

This  was  in  the  fall  of  1881.  Now  Roanoke  is  a  town  of  lively  busi- 
ness appearance,  and  of  new,  modern,  and  in  many  cases  very  handsome 
houses,  with  a  population  of  seven  or  eight  thousand  and  more  coming. 
Its  streets  are  lighted  by  gas,  and  the  whole  town  is  supplied  with  sweet, 
pure  water  drawn  from  "Big  Spring"  a  mile  and  a  half  away,  which  is 


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one  of  the  most  picturesque  spots  in  the  valley  of  the  Roanoke  river, 
whose  lively  current  purls  near  by.  The  town  contains  a  number  of 
churches,  good  schools,  a  library  association,  an  opera  house  and  various 
other  means  of  mental  and  moral  culture,  as  well  as  of  material  progress  ; 
while  the  presence  of  so  many  executive  officers  and  their  families,  pre- 
supposes a  society  of  more  intelligence  and  social  experience  than  is 
usually  observed  in  so  new  a  town. 

"The  requirements  of  such  a  population,"  says  a  recent  report 
shown  me  by  the  indefatigable  Baily,  "  almost  entirely  consumers,  and 
the  position  of  the  city,  at  such  an  important  railway  junction,  surrounded 
by  an  agricultural  territory  of  such  great  productiveness,  with  abundance 
of  iron  ores  on  every  side,  vast  supplies  of  coal  and  coke  within  easy  dis- 
tance, and  such  a  nucleus  of  manufacturing  industry  already  established, 
seem  to  confirm   the  promise  of  a  prosperity  built  upon  the  most  solid 

foundation,  and  capable  of 
indefinite  expansion." 

The  largest  element  in 
the  progress  of  Roanoke 
was  the  building  of  the  Ro- 
anoke Machine  Works, 
which  owns  a  large  tract  of 
land  and  has  constructed 
extensive  buildings  in  the 
angle  between  the  two 
roads.  These  buildings 
consist  of  brick  shops, 
engine  houses]"and    mills, 


BIG   SPRING,   NEAR   ROANOKE. 


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locomotives,  stationary  engines,  cars  of  every  grade  and  description, 
covering  many  thousands  of  square  feet,  and  supplied  with  all  the 
ponderous  and  complicated  machinery  necessary  to  make  all  sorts  of 
bridges,  and  all  kinds  of  cast  or  forged  iron  work.  This  does  not  mean 
merely  that  the  machinery  or  cars  may  be  put  together  here  ;  but, 
except  a  few  specialties,  every  part  of  the  locomotive  or  car,  from  the 
wheels  to  the  last  ornament,  is  made  and  fitted  as  well  as  "set  up" 
here.  It  would  be  out  of  place  in  a  pamphlet  of  this  nature  to  give  an 
extended  description  of  such  works,  to  which  these  railways  look  for 
nearly  all  their  rolling  stock  ;  but  the  visitor  to  Roanoke  will  find  it 
well  worth  his  while  to  go  through  them. 

The  raw  material  of  iron  and  steel  used  is  largely  supplied  by  the 
Crozier  Steel  and  Iron  Company,  whose  blast-furnace  is  a  quarter  of  a 
mile  away,  and  another  object  of  interest  to  tourists,  who  often  go  at 
night  to  witness  the  thrilling  spectacle  of  drawing  the  molten  iron  from 


HOTEL    ROANOKE. 


the  furnace  into  the  molds  where  it  will  be  cast  in  "pigs."  This  com- 
pany derives  its  ores  (brown  hematite)  mainly  from  the  upland  mines 
owned  by  it  near  Blue  Ridge  station,  ten  miles  eastward,  and  from  the 
Houston  mines,  fifteen  miles  northward.  The  yield  sometimes  reaches 
a  hundred  tons  a  day,  and  the  greater  part  is  marketed  in  Pennsylvania 
in  successful  competition  with  local  manufacturers.  Another  similar 
enterprise  is  the  Rohrer  Iron  Company,  which  owns  extensive  deposits 
of  high  grade  limonite  ore  half  a  dozen  miles  south  of  town.  This 
property  is  reached  by  a  narrow  gauge  railway,  which  may  ultimately 
be  extended  through  to  the  Danville  and  New  River  Railroad,  in  North 
Carolina,  and  at  its  terminus  in  West  Roanoke  the  company  owns  land 
upon  which  it  now  stores  and  ships  its  products,  and  will  probably  con- 
struct a  furnace.  Near  there  are  the  Roanoke  stock-yards,  where 
abundant  conveniences  for  the  transferrence  of  cattle  are  provided, 
together  with  a  hotel  for  the  drovers  and  traders  having  telegraphic  com- 
munication with  northern  markets. 


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In  addition  to  these  large  concerns  many  smaller  ones  contribute  to 
the  prosperity  of  the  place  ;  such  as  tobacco  factories,  lumber-working 
mills,  cigar-making  shops,  spoke  factories,  bottling  works,  and  the  like. 
So  rapid  and  persistent  has  been  the  growth  of  the  little  city,  the  site  of 
which  three  years  ago  was  all  a  wheatfield,  that  although  the  Town 
Company  has  expended  $600,000,  its  profits  have  been  very  satisfactory. 

For  the  equestrian,  the  vicinity  of  Roanoke  is  full  of  opportunities. 
A  hard,  even  road  leads  away  eastward  over  the  ridge,  where  most  of  the 
handsome  homes  of  the  residents  are  built,  and  brings  us  to  the  Big 


TINKER   AND    MILL 
MOUNTAINS,    ROANOKE. 

Spring,  a  fountain- 
head  of  water  suf- 
ficiently   powerful  ' 
to  run    the  huge 
wheel  of  a  flour  mill,  and   to 
supply  the  city  with  a  plenti- 
tude  of  the  purest  water. 

To  the  westward  other  roads 
wind  away  into  the  hills.     Un- 
der the  pilotage  of  two  genial  citizens  we  made  a  saddle  journey  of  dis- 
covery in  this  direction.     We  found,  hidden  away  in  the  peaceful  seclu- 


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7. — A   SHADY   PORCH. 


HOTEL   ROANOKE. 


2. — MAIN    STAIRWAY. 


sion  of  a  pretty  valley,  the  Hollins  Institute,  a  popular  seminary  for 
young  ladies,  always  filled  with  merry  and  bright-eyed  maidens  from 
every  state  of  the  South,  under  tuition  of  an  excellent  corps  of  instructors. 
Two  miles  beyond  we  came  upon  one  of  those  sermons  in  stones  which 
are  as  an  open  page  to  the  geologist — a  rift  in  the  ledge  where  a  little 
fretful  stream  poured  down  between  the  rocky  jaws  over  the  ruins  of  a 
log  dam  and  past  the  remnants  of  a  flume  and  mill — as  pretty  a  bit  of 
rockscape  as  one  will  find  in  these  mountains.  Here  the  pent-up  waters 
of  a  vast  inland  lake  have  some  time  burst  through  and  scattered  the  frag- 
ments of  the  massive  gateway  right  and  left  through  the  valley.     We 


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found  just  time  to  make  a  hasty  sketch,  and  retraced  our  steps  to  the 
Institute,  beneath  the  hospitable  roof  of  which  we  tarried  that  night. 

Returning  to  Roanoke  in  the  morning  by  the  mountain  road,  our 
artist  halted  to  add  the  bold  outlines  of  Tinker  and  Mill  mountains  to 
his  sketch-book,  and  we  wished,  when  we  drew  rein  at  the  hotel  an  hour 
later,  that  our  ride  had  been  twice  as  long. 

The  three  buildings  which  catch  the  eye  of  the  traveler,  and  sur- 
prise him,  are  the  railway  station  and  its  "  low-ceiled,  dainty  "  eating- 
house    in    the    Queen  Anne  style — though,   as   Charles   Dudley  Warner 


LOBBY    OF    THE    HOTEL    ROANOKE. 


said  of  it,  that  queen  probably  never  sat  in  so  taseful  a  dining-room  or  had 
so  good  a  dinner  ;  the  railway  head-quarters,  falling  in  a  cataract  of 
peaked  roofs  and  balconied  fronts  down  the  slope  of  the  street;  and  the 
splendid  hotel  crowning  the  hill  in  the  midst  of  lawns,  parterres  of 
flowers  and  ceaseless  fountains.  In  the  presence  of  the  accompanying 
illustrations  it  would  be  superfluous  to  describe  their  outward  appearance. 
Interiorly — to  speak  now  of  the  Hotel  Roanoke, — the  wood-work  is 
hard  pine,  finished  in  the  natural  grain;  the  furniture  ash  and  cherry, 
and  all  the  arrangements  tasteful  as  well  as  commodious.  The  parlor  is 
as  pretty  a  room  as  you  will  find  in  many  a  mile,  and  the  dining-room 
light  and  cheerful,  with  small  tables  and  growing  plants.  Under  the 
same  management  as  the  Luray  Inn  and  a  leading  hotel  in  Philadelphia, 
the  table  and  service  are  of  a  high  order;  and  I  do  not  know  a  better 
resting  place  for  the  tourist  than  this.  All  this  may  seem  high  praise 
for  a  hotel,  but  it  is  given  ungrudgingly.  We  spent  a  good  many  pleas- 
ant days  there  and  paid  for  them  squarely;  hence  I  can  say  what  I  please, 
and  sum  it  up  in  the  candid  opinion  that  Hotel  Roanoke  has  nothing  to 
approach  it  (save  at  Luray)  between  Philadelphia  and  Florida. 


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There  was  a  certain  corner  of  one  of  the  upper  piazzas  a  little  out  of 
the  way,  where  we  used  to  like  to  sit  an  hour  or  so  after  tea,  smoking 
our  evening  cigars,  watching  the  glories  of  the  sunset,  and  discussing 
things  in  a  hopeful  strain  that  would  have  vexed  Michiavelli  to  the  soul. 
The  mountains  stand  in  an  irregular  circle  about  Roanoke,  none  too 
near  for  the  best  effect,  and  the  western  view  is  an  especially  fine  one. 
The  lowering  orb  of  light  sinks  grandly  behind  the  line  of  mountain 
wall,  across  whose  serrations  its  last  rays  gush  in  a  blinding  effulgence 
which  slowly  pales  away  through  every  rosy  and  nacreous  tint  into  the 
sweet  twilight  of  the  summer  night.  I  remember  a  remark  by  Prue, 
that  the  day  here  was  like  the  fabled  dolphin  which  in  its  death  put  on 
a  shimmering  robe  of  swiftly  changing  colors,  and  so  passed  away  glori- 
ously. Nor  is  the  beauty  all  in  the  sky,  for  the  foreground  is,  nearest,  the 
picturesque  structures  of  the  town,  then  a  billowy  stretch  of  green  and 
bosky  knolls,  and  finally  the  obliquely  retreating  array  of  the  Alleghan- 

ies,  where 

"  headland  after  headland  flame 
Far  into  the  rich  heart  of  the  West." 

Sitting  thus  one  evening,  I  am  asked  : 

"  Were  you  ever  at  Norfolk  ?  " 

"  Oh,  yes."  I  reply,  "and  had  a  capital  week  of  it,  too." 

"  Did  you  pass  over  the  Norfolk  and  Western  between  here  and 
there  ?  " 

"  Pretty  nearly;  I  came  as  far  as  Lynchburg." 

"  Tell  us  about  it,"  is  Prue's  request.  "  I  feel  a  greaEt  deal  of  inter- 
est in  Norfolk  on  account  of  its  strawberries." 

"And  I  on  account  of  its  peanuts,"  mimics  Baily,  at  which  the 
young  woman  near  him  makes  a  little  motte." 


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XI. 
NORFOLK  AND  PETERSBURG. 

Virginia's  Great  Seaport.— Commercial  Advantages.— Colonial  History.— Revival  after 

the  War.— Cotton. — Peanuts.— Garden  Truck. — Oysters.— General  Supplies.— 

Lambert's  Point  Coal  Wharves.— Old  Point  Comfort  and  the  Harbor.— 

Hampton.— Ocean     View.— Virginia     Beach. — The     Dismal 

Swamp. — Baily's  Impertinence. — Petersburg. — 

Forts  Hell  and  Damnation.— Peach-trees 

as  Monuments  of  Battle. 

"  Norfolk,"  I  say,  in  response  to  the  question  which  closed  the  last 
chapter,  "is  the  most  business-like  city  in  Virginia,  and  next  to  the  largest. 
It  has  a  right  to  be  so,  because  of  its  situation.  It  is  just  at  the  mouth  of 
James  river  and  the  Chesapeake  bay,  and  has  a  large,  deep  and  well 
protected  harbor,  where  any  kind  of  shipping  can  enter  without  delay  or 
danger.    The  government  has  had  a  navy  yard  at  Portsmouth  (which  is  an 


THE    MARKET   SQUARE   AT   NORFOLK. 

attachment  of  Norfolk)  for  many  years;  and  Hampton  roads,  just  below 
the  city,  is  the  favorite  ground  for  naval  reviews,  etc.  She  has  lines  of 
ocean  steamers  to  Liverpool,  and  to  Boston,  Providence  and  New  York. 
Two  or  three  lines  of  steamboats  connect  her  with  Baltimore,  of  which 
the  celebrated  'Bay  Line'  is  the  best  known;  and  steamers  run  regu- 
larly to  Washington,  Richmond,  and  up  all  the  lesser  rivers,  as  well  as 
southward  through  the  canals.  She  is  the  terminus  of  a  railway  to  the 
southern  coast-region,  and  of  this  great  east-and-west  highway — the 
Norfolk  and  Western.  She  has  every  commercial  advantage  she  could 
wish,  therefore,  and  a  clientele  of  about  fifty  thousand  people." 

"  Isn't  it  an  old,  old  town?"  Madame  Prue  inquires. 

"Very  old.  It  was  almost  the  first  spot  upon  which  colonists 
set  foot,  and  has  been  recognized  as  a  settlement  for  two  centuries  or 


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more.  In  Norfolk,  to-day,  you  may  find  some  of  the  quaintest  and 
most  typical  homes  of  the  old  fashion  which  remain  anywhere  in 
America;  and  I  do  not  know  a  seaport  on  our  coast  more  picturesque 
along  its  water  front.  It  is  a  charming  place  for  a  stranger  to  stroll 
about  in,  and,  when  he  becomes  acquainted  with  them,  he  finds  the 
people  warm-hearted,  intelligent  and  delightful.  There  was  surely  a 
pleasant  omen  in  the  fact  that  the  first  settlers  of  prominence  were 
named  Wise  and  Thorogood  !  " 

"Norfolk  was  an  important  point  during  the  rebellion,  if  I  remem- 
ber aright." 

"  It  was  the  great  naval  centre.  The  city  was  not  destroyed,  only 
paralyzed,  by  the  war,  and  after  its  close  the  citizens  returned  and  began 
to  pick  up  again  the  threads  they  had  dropped.  They  found  it  needful, 
however,    in   the    new    order    of   things,    to    make    many    innovations. 


OLD    CHURCH    AT   NORFOLK. 


Among  the  first  attempted  was  dealing  in  cotton.  Started  by  Mayor 
William  Lamb's  ventures  in  1865,  it  advanced  until,  in  1874,  the  rail- 
ways began  giving  through  bills  of  lading  via  Norfolk  to  foreign  destina- 
tions. Then  followed  arrangements  for  the  proper  handling  of  cotton  at 
this  port.  Steam  compressors  of  great  power  were  built,  a  cotton  exchange 
was  organized,  with  every  facility  for  business  parallel  with  the  New 
York  exchange,  and  a  great  many  men  gained  their  livelihood  by  trading 
in  or  handling  this  staple.  During  the  season  of  1882-3  nealy  800,000 
bales  came  to  Norfolk,  about  half  of  which  was  consigned  through  on 
foreign  bills  of  lading.  Norfolk  is  now  the  third  cotton  port  in  the 
United  States  in  point  of  receipts,  and  second  only  to  New  Orleans  in 
point  of  exports  to  Great  Britain.  This  result  has  been  possible  by  the 
concentration  there  of  lines  of  railway  transportation  for  receiving,  and 
of  ocean  steamers  for  distributing.  Among  the  former,  the  Norfolk  and 
Western  brings   three-fifths   of  the  total  receipts,  gathered  from  as  far 


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inland'as' Memphis  and  Atlanta.  Now,  who  was  it  expressed  an  interest 
in  peanuts  ?" 

"  Madame  Prue,"  says  Baily,  with  unblushing  effrontery. 

"  Well,  peanuts,  next  to  cotton,  make  the  largest  item  of  Norfolk's 
trade.  They  have  been  grown  since  the  war  in  all  the  tidewater  counties 
of  Virginia,  and  somewhat  also  in  North  Carolina  and  Tennessee.  The 
farmers  choose  a  light  soil,  manure  with  marl,  plant  in  May,  '  cultivate ' 
the  rows  of  plants  assiduously  during  the  summer,  and  harvest  in 
October.  The  vines,  after  being  thrown  out  of  the  ground,  are  stacked 
in  the  field  and  left  for  from  ten  to  twenty  days,  when  both  vine  and  nuts 
will  be  cured.  The  nuts  are  picked  and  sent  to  market;  the  vines  are 
saved  to  be  fed  to  cattle.  The  peanuts  are  sold  to  buyers  for  factories  in 
Norfolk — there  are  factories  also  in  Petersburg  and  several  other  places 
— where  they  are  sorted  into  commercial  grades  of  quality,  and  put 
through  machinery  which  cleans  them  thoroughly  of  all  earth,  and 
polishes  the  shells  into  a  fit  condition  to  be  roasted.  These  processes  are 
very  interesting,  and  anyone  visiting  the  city  ought  to  try  to  see  the  oper- 
ation.    During  the  past  season  the  crop  amounted  to  a  million-and-a-half 


TERMINAL  WHARVES   AT    LAMBERT  S    POINT. 

of  bushels;  and  the  yield  of  the  present  year 
(1884)  is  expected  to  be  two-and-a-quarter 
millions,  two-thirds  of  which  is  produced  in 
the  Old  Dominion." 

"Now  tell  Mr.  Baily  something  about 
his  friends,  the  cabbages,"  remarks  my  wife, 
sweetly. 

"  Meaning  garden  truck,  generally,  I 
suppose.  He'd  better  read  Mr.  E.  P.  Roe's 
book  about  small  fruits,  which  deals  princi- 
pally with  that  district  and  covers  the  case. 
In  the  spring,  enormous  quantities  of  vege- 
tables and  fresh  fruit  are  sent]  from  here  to 
northern  cities,  as  everybody  knows  who 
does  any  shopping  in  New  York  or  New 
England — eh,  Prue  ?  " 

"  Certainly,  and  we  get  no  end  of  oys- 
ters from  there,  too." 

"You  bet!"  Baily  exclaims.  "Who 
doesn't  know  Norfolk  oysters  —  especially 
the  rich,  rare  and  racy  Lynnhaven  Bays  !  "  ~- 

"  Well,  those  are  the  chief  '  points  '  on  Norfolk  as  a  business  city. 


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How  she  becomes  a  supply  depot  for  a  wide  extent  of  country  you  can 
easily  understand  from  what  I  have  said  of  her  position  and  traffic  facili- 
ties.    She  has  just  had  completed  the  construction  of  splendid  piers, 


IN    FORTRESS    MONROE. 


elevators,  coal-shutes  and^other,^,terminal,^facilities  at  Lambert's  Point, 
four  miles  from  town,  whereby  the  Norfolk  and  Western  Railroad  can 
receive  "and  transmit  freight  from  ships,  not  only  at  convenience  and 
expense  far  more   advantageous  than  at   present,   but  can  handle  the 


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unlimited  quantities  of  coal  which  are  now  being  mined  in  the  moun- 
tains and  carried  to  the  seaboard  for  use  by  steamers  there,  and  for 
export  to  distant  markets." 

"  Any  chance  to  have  a  good  time  in  Norfolk?  "  Baily  asks,  biting 
off  the  end  of  a  big  cigar,  but  neglecting  to  give  me  one  until  I  remind 
him  of  the  impropriety  of  his  conduct. 

"  Good  time  ?  Why,  of  course.  Besides  all  the  opportunities  for 
pleasure  'within  its  gates,'  that  belong  to  a  lively  southern  city,  there 
are  the  peculiar  local  opportunities  which  its  proximity  to  the  ocean  and 
bay  afford." 

"  Dear  me!  "  murmurs,  as  if  to  herself,  "what  fine  phrases  !  " 

Prue  has  a  small  book  in  her  hand  and  is  not  listening  very  atten- 
tively, but  I  don't  mind;  I  am  used  to  it. 

"For  instance?"  Baily  inquires. 


OLD   POINT  COMFORT,    FROM   SOLDIERS'   HOME. 

"  Well,  just  listen  to  a  paragraph  or  two  out  of  a  little  pamphlet  that 
somebody  has  issued  in  regard^to  the  attractions  in  that  neighborhood  :" 

"  Passing  from  Norfolk  to  the  ocean,  the  traveler  sees  the  Naval 
Hospital,  and  the  spacious  and  magnificent  Navy  Yard  at  Gosport,  which 
the  Federal  troops  attempted  to  destroy  when  they  evacuated  the  city  in 
1861.  Their  success  was  only  partial,  and  the  works  have  since  been 
in  active  operation.  In  this  yard  the  Confederate  ram,  *  Merrimac- 
Virginia,'  was  built,  which  destroyed  the  frigates  'Congress'  and 
'  Constitution  '  in  Hampton  Roads,  and  had  the  famous  fight  with 
the  'Monitor.' 

"Other  points  of  interest  are  Old  Fort  Norfolk,  constructed  in 
1812,  where  a  magazine  of  supplies  was  afterwards  established;  Craney 
Island,  where  the  engagements  of  two  wars  were  fought ;  Sewell's 
Point,  named  for  one  of  the  earliest  colonists  ;  the  Rip  Raps  and  Fort- 
ress Monroe. 

' '  Other  points  of  interest  lie  still  further  below  :  there  are  Lynnhaven 
Bay,  celebrated  for  oysters  ;  Cobb's  Island,  famous  for  bathing  ;  Cape 
Charles  and  Henry,  and  other  historic  places. 

"The  Hygeia  Hotel,  Old  Point  Comfort,  Virginia,  is  situated  at  the 
confluence  of  the  Chesapeake  Bay  and  Hampton  Roads.  It  is  washed 
on  three  sides  by  broad  sheets  of  salt  water.  The  climate,  in  conse- 
quence, is  mild  and  soft  during  the  winter  and  spring,  and  in  the  fall 
vegetation  continues  untouched  by  frost  long  after  the  inland  has  been 
blighted.  The  heat  of  summer  is  mitigated  by  the  constant  sea  breeze 
and  the  superior  ventilation  of  the  building. 


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"  The  hotel  itself  is  new  and  spacious,  accommodating  one  thousand 
guests  and  open  all  the  year.  The  guests  have  numerous  amusements — 
fishing,  sailing,  bathing,  boating.  One  minute's  walk  will  bring  one  to 
Fortress  Monroe,  the  largest  fort  in  the  United  States  ;  a  quarter  of  an 
hour  in  another  direction  to  the  National  Cemetery,  the  Soldiers'  Home, 


VIEWS   FROMyDOCK    PAVILION,   HOTEL   WARWICK. 

and   the    Hampton  Normal  and  Agricultural   School   for   Indians    and 
colored  people." 

"There's  at  least  one  important  omission  in  that  list,"  cries  the  watch- 
ful and  well-informed  Baily. 
"What  is  that?" 


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"Newport  News  and  the  Hotel  Warwick,  where  the  Old  Dominion 
steamers  from  New  York  land.  The  writer  speaks  of  the  fight  between 
the  *  Monitor '  and  the  *  Merrimac '  as  a  feature  of  interest  at  Old 
Point  Comfort;  but  it  belongs  much  more  to  its  rival,  for  that  fight 
occurred  right  off  Newport  News,  and  a  long  wharf  has  been  built  out 
from  the  shore  directly  over  the  wreck  of  the  frigate  'Cumberland,' 
which  was  sunk  by  the  Confederate  ram  early  in  the  encounter.  The 
Warwick  is  a  new  hotel,  of  brick,  very  ornamental  within,  and  in  general 


BOWLING   HALL,   HOTEL   WARWICK 


quite    as   handsome   as   the    Hygeia.     It   stands 

close  to  the  beach,  commands  a  fine^view  of  ;;the 

shipping  in   Hampton  Roads,  and   has  beautiful 

and  historically  interesting  surroundings.     It's  a 

toss-up  with  me  whether  I'd   choose  the  Hygeia  or  Hotel  Warwick,  if 

I  were  lucky  enough  to  be  ready  to  go  to  either  just  yet." 

"Are  there  no  seaside  pleasure-places  on  the  Norfolk  side  of  the 
water?"  Prue  asks  me. 

"Oh,  yes.  There's  Ocean  View,  for  example,  ten  miles  north  of 
town,  where  for  many  a  year  the  beauty  and  chivalry  of  Norfolk  have  gone 
out  to  spend  a  week  or  an  hour,  as  chance  served,,  on  the  shore  of  Hamp- 
ton roads,  fishing,  and  eating  crabs  all  day,  and  eating  crabs  and  dancing 
all  night.  Little  open-car  trains  run  back  and  forth  every  hour  or  two 
during  the  warmer  two-thirds  of  the  year,  and  it  is  no  end  nice  after  a 
warm  day  to  take  the  girl  of  your  heart,  dash  out  there  in  the  cool  of  the 
evening,  meet  a  lot  of  friends  in  the  spacious  ball-room,  where  special 
dress  is  no  object,  and  then  skip  home,  one  of  a  jolly  company,  by  the  ten 
o'clock  train. 

"  But  that  is  not  on  the  ocean,  is  it,  in  spite  of  its  name  ?  " 

"  No,  you  get  a  glimpse  of  it  down  through  the  Capes,  but  for  an 
interview  with  the  great  briny  itself,  you  must  go  out  to  Virginia  Beach. 
That  is  twenty  miles  due  east  of  the  city,  and  reached  by  a  narrow-gauge 
railway  lately  built.  The  depot  is  the  same  as  the  magnificent  new  sta- 
tion  of  the   Norfolk  and, Western,  which  is  the   admiration   of  all  who 


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enjoy  fine  architecture;  and  the  ride  is  an  entertaining  run  through  a  dis- 
trict having  many  historical  associations.  Then  the  beach  itself  (you 
come  upon  it  very  suddenly  and  strikingly)  is  as  fine  as  you  could  see 
anywhere  in  the  world.  Miles  and  miles  up  and  down  the  coast  stretches 
this  mall  of  hard  sand  and  those  flashing  lines  of  brilliant  breakers.  It  is 
a  wonderful  sight,  because  of  its  vastness — the  whole  breadth  of  the  open, 
unhindered  ocean  in  front,  the  mystery  of  the  unbroken  and  apparently 
primitive  forest  behind,  and,  between,  this  golden  and  white  margin  of 
coast,  straight  as  a  ray  of  light  and  far  reaching  as  the  eye  can  follow  ! " 

"Any  hotel  there?" 

"  A  very  fine  one  of  huge  size  and  pleasant  equipment.  It  stands  as 
near  the  surf  as  safety  will  allow,  and  has  several  acres  of  piazzas  and 


SCENE   ON   VIRGINIA   BEACH. 


*  pavilion  '  attached.  I  believe  a  battalion  drill  could  be  held  in  that 
great  pavilion,  which  is  crowded  during  the  day  with  excursionists  from 
town,  and  haunted  at  night  by  the  sensible  few  who  wait  for  the  late  train 
home,  or  by  the  habitues  at  the  hotel,  who  stroll  in  the  half-light  on  the 
seaward  side,  watching  the  luminous  surges.  I  never  missed  you  more, 
Prue,  or  felt  that  you  had  lost  so  much  in  one  evening,  as  when  I  spent 
those  twilight  hours  alone  at  Virginia  Beach." 

"Now,"  said  Baily,  after  a  complimentary  pause.  "Tell  us  about 
the  trip  hither," 

"  You  leave  Norfolk  comfortably  in  the  morning,  go  through  Peters- 
burg at  noon,  get  to  Lynchburg  toward  sunset  and  come  on  here  to 
Roanoke  for  tea." 

"  So  the  time-table  tells  me,"  was  Rally's  dry  retort.  "What  is 
there  to  see  along  the  road  ?  " 

"  Well,  south-eastern  Virginia  is  flat,  truly,  and  less  entertaining  than 
the  mountain  country;  and  if  one  has  to  travel  through  its  pines  and 
scrub  oaks  for  several  days  in  succession,  as  I  did  when  I  went  along  the 
coast  last  year,  he  gets  extremely  tired  of  it;  but  though  'flat,'  the  ride 
westward  from  Norfolk  is  by  no  means  'stale  and  unprofitable.'  As 
soon  as  you  come  past  Suffolk,  a  dozen  miles  inland,  you  start  upon 
what  I  dare  say  is  the  longest  railway  tangent  in  the  world,  for  there 
the  track   runs  ^absolutely  ,straight_for  fifty-six  miles.     You  could  look 


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HAMPTON   ROADS. 


unimpeded  from  Suffolk  to  Petersburg,  if  perspective  and  curvature  of 
the  earth  permitted." 

"  How  is  this  tangent  possible  ?  " 

"The  land  is  poor,  or  half  submerged,  and  the  region  almost  unin- 
habited. The  first  few  miles  is  run  through  the  northern  edge  of  the 
Great  Dismal  Swamp,  and  is  a  monument  of  skillful  engineering  and 
patient  work,  the  credit  of  which  belongs  to  General  and  ex-Senator 
Mahone.  That  swamp,  by  the  way,  is  something  worth  taking  much 
trouble  to  see." 

"  How  do  you  get  at  it?" 

"  Stop  at  Suffolk  (unless  you  can  get  a  train  which  will  let  you  off  at 
the  right  spot),  and  walk  two  miles  down  the  track  to  the  Jericho  Canal 
crossing.  There  you  will  find  some  negro  (get  Ike  "  Chalk  "  Winslow  if 
you  can)  who  will  take  you  in  a  cypress  canoe  through  the  long,  narrow, 
overgrown  canal  as  far  as  you  like.  To  Lake  Drummond,  the  great 
pond  which  fills  the  interior  of  the  swamp,  is  ten  miles,  but  by  starting 
early  you  can  go  there  and  get  back  by  dark.  It  is  an  extremely  interest- 
ing trip  through  the  most  novel  scenes  ;  and  if  your  boatman  is  one  of 
the  old  swampers,  who  has  spent  his  life  in  cutting  and  boating  juniper 
logs  and  cypress  shingles  from  the  recesses  of  the  vast  morass,  you  can 
draw  from  him  many  a  legend  and  bit  of  slave-history  or  curiosity  of 
woodland  experience." 

"  Are  they  not  arranging  to  reclaim  a  large  part  of  the  swamp,"  Prue 
enquires. 

"Yes,  but  that  is  too  long  a  story  to  go  into  now.  The  whole  area  of 
the  morass  (which  contains  about  150,000  acres)  is  from  fifteen  to  twenty 
feet  above  the  level  of  the  tide,  and  it  only  requires  to  cut  certain  drains 


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in  order  that  the  water  may  run  off.  It  is  held  back  now  by  the  spongy 
peat  and  the  tangled  masses  of  vegetation,  roots,  buried  logs,  mosses 
and  ferns,  which  cover  the  real  bottom  with  a  layer  many  feet  in  depth, 
out  of  which  the  water  cannot  find  its  way.  A  plan  of  drainage  was 
sketched  by  Washington,  and  a  company  formed  before  the  Revolution 
to  carry  it  out  ;  but  the  wars  and  other  matters  prevented.  Now  this 
same  old  corporation  has  been  revived,  and  the  reclamation  of  the 
northern  half  of  the  swamp  will  no  doubt  be  made  within  a  short  period." 


pais*"' ^  -"^* 

CANOEING   IN   THE   DISMAL   SWAMP. 


A    SUFFOLK    FARM-HOUSE. 


The  next  point  to  which  I  "  called  the  attention  of  my  listeners,"  as 
the  preachers  say,  was  Petersburg,  where  the  railroad  from  Richmond 
to  Weldon  and  the  Carolina  coast  cities  crosses  the  Norfolk  and  West- 
ern. Petersburg  is  the  most  important  town  in  south-central  Virginia 
and  has  a  wide  reputation  through  its  tobacco  manufacturing,  for 
it  is  the  centre  of  a  tobacco  growing  region.  The  factories  there  are 
devoted  chiefly  to  the  making  of  "  plug''  chewing  tobacco,  and  strangers 
can  easily  get  a  sight  of  the  interesting  processes  and  machinery  by 
which  it  is   prepared.     The   trade   of  Petersburg  is   almost   wholly    in 


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exporting,  and  one  great  house  finds  in  Australia  and  the  South  Pacific 
islands  its  largest  market.  The  tobacco  called  for  by  that  trade  is  strong, 
black  and  compact  beyond  anything  which  is  liked  in  America,  and  is 
sent  out  in  bond,  to  the  disgust  of  the  Internal  Revenue  Collector  of  the 
District. 

Petersburg  is  also  a  centre  for  the  spinning  of  cotton  and  woolen 
clothes  ;  for  the  grinding  of  sumac,  the  leaves  of  which  reduced  to  a 
powder  have  come,  since  the  war,  to  have  a  high  commercial  value 
as  an  agent  in  tanning  fine  kinds  of  leather.  The  gathering  of  these 
leaves,  which  are  extremely  plentiful  in  the  mountains,  aiifords  almost 
the  only  means  open  to  a  large  class  of  poverty-stricken  backwoods- 
men, for  purchasing  the  few  "  store -goods  "  their  simple  ideas  of  life 
require  ;  while  to  many  a  hard  working  wife  and  child,  in  better  circum- 
stances, the  sumac  gives  pin-money  which  otherwise  would  be  lacking. 
Peanut  mills,  breweries,  fertilizer  factories  and  various  other  factories 
flourish  in  Petersburg,  where  also  is  done  a  large  jobbing  business  with 
country  merchants. 

The  chief  interest  in  the  place  to  the  tourist,  however,  arises  from  its 
history,  both  Colonial  and  that  made  in  the  more  recent  and  deadly  years 
when  Grant  besieged  it  with  the  army  of  the  Potomac,  and  Forts  Hell 
and  Damnation  earned  their  fiery  titles.     Room  does  not  suffice  to  tell 


FOOTPRINTS    OK    \\^i< 


here  the  long  story  of  how  the  Federal  grip  was  slowly  and  relentlessly 
tightened  about  the  fated  town,  and  how,  day  after  day,  week  in  and  week 
out,  the  city  was  under  artillery  fire.  The  tale  can  be  read  in  any  history, 
or  heard  from  a  thousand  witnesses  in  that  region.  The  fortifications  stand 
in  fairly  good  order,  and  are  the  object  of  every  visitor's  first  interest. 
Time  and  the  plow  have  leveled  some,  but  their  contours  may  be  traced, 


by  lines  of  peach  trees  if  by  no  other  sign, — trees  planted  by  the  soldiers 
as  they  lay  in  the  trenches  and  furtively  nibbled  the  juicy  fruit.  Most 
interesting  of  all  is  "  the  crater,  "  where  that  great  mine  was  exploded 
which  was  intended  not  only  to  make  a  breach  but  to  destroy  a  garrison. 
The  railway  passes  just  underneath  it,  and  along  the  line  of  Grant's 
front,  where  the  terrific  charge  ensued  which  marked  that  farm-slope  as 
one  of  the  bloodiest  fields  of  the  Civil  war.  A  ghastly  museum  of  relics 
has  been  brought  together  at  the  crater,  exhibiting  with  mute  elo- 
quence the  awful  fury  of  that  hour. 


XII. 

IN  THE  VALLEY  OF  THE  JAMES. 

^4pproaching  the  Mountains. — War  Recollections.— High  Bridge. — Farmville  and  its 
Colleges. — The  Tobacco  Region. — Lynchburg:  a  City  of  Terraces. — Railways 
and  Trade. — Tobacco  Factories  and  Market. — Iron  and  Iron  Mills. — "  Side- 
hill   Critters." — Peaks  of    Otter. — Hunter's   March  upon   Liberty. — 
Railway  Destruction  as  a  Military  Science. — Fighting  in  a  Burning 
Forest. — The  Attack  upon  Lynchburg. — Hunter's  Leisurely 
Retreat. — Blue  Ridge  Springs. — The  Pretty  Girls 
of    Coyner's  &    Gishe's. 

From  Petersburg  the  road  rises  rapidly  toward  the  mountains,  and 
passes  a  country  replete  with  military  associations. 

Burkeville,  the  first  station  of  consequence,  and  in  the  midst 
of  a  fertile  region,  is  the  junction  of  the  railway  between  Richmond 
and  Danville,  and  passengers  from  the  West  change  cars  here  for 
the  capital  of  the  state.  Proceeding  toward  Farmville,  the  face  of  the 
country  grows  less  regular,  the  soil  improves  and  interest  grows.  Every 
station  and  roadway  along  this  part  of  the  line  has  its  war  story  to  tell. 
Jetersville,  Sailor's  Creek,  Fort  Gregg,  Five  Forks,  where  the  Confed- 
eracy made  its  final  fight,  and  Cumberland  Church  where,  in  a  sharp  skir- 
mish, the  Federal  forces  suffered  their  last  repulse.  Just  beyond  Cum- 
berland Church  is  the  High  Bridge,  which  was  in  olden  times  the  terror 
of  travelers,  but  is  now  an  iron  structure  of  the  most  massive  character, 
a  mile  long,  spanning  a  depression  once  evidently  the  bed  of  a  lake,  but 
now  rich  with  corn  and  tobacco.  The  latter  crop  is  the  staple  production 
of  the  region,  which  is  especially  suited  to  it.  From  the  High  Bridge 
a  serenely  beautiful  landscape  is  spread  before  and  beneath  the  eye;  its 
horizon  formed  by  the  varied  outlines  of  the  distant  and  always  admir- 
able Blue  Ridge.  In  this  vale,  now  so  sunny  and  peaceful,  happened 
one  of  the  most  impulsive  cavalry  fights  of  the  war,  where  horses  dashed 
breast  to  breast,  and  sabre  clashed  against  sabre,  in  the  fury  of  hand  to 
hand  conflict. 

Farmville,  the  centre  of  this  fine  agricultural  region,  is  a  community 
not  only  of  trade,  but  of  peculiarly  intelligent  and  cultivated  people,  typ- 
ical of  the  best  of  those  rural  social  ganglia  which  were  the  pride  of  Vir- 
ginia under  the  old  regime.     Near  here  stand  Hampden  Sidney  College 


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and  the  Union  Theological  Seminary  (Presbyterian),  besides  a  popular 
watering-place  called  the  Farmville  Lithia  Springs, 

Next  comes  Pamplin's  Depot,  where  that  celebrated  clay  pipe  is 
made — "  the  great  nicotine  absorber,  which  excels  all  the  meerschaums  of 
the  world."  Not  far  beyond  is  Appomattox  station,  near  that  world- 
renowned  court  house  where  the  army  of  "  tattered  uniforms  but  bright 
muskets  "  surrendered  its  flags  to  the  Union.  A  little  farther  we  emerge 
from  the  hills  which  have  gradually  grown  around  us,  to  move  out 
upon  the  bank  of  the  broad  James  river,  and  after  following  its  picturesque 
bendings  a  few  miles,  pull  up  in  the  union  station,  under  the  walls  of 
Lynchburg — exactly  midway  between  Norfolk  at  one  side  of  the  state, 
and  Bristol  on  the  extreme  of  the  other,  for  it  is  204  miles  to  either 
boundary. 

Not  content  with  my  account  of  this  town,  or  better,  inspired  by  it, 
Prue  and  Baily  declared  they  wanted  to  see  it  for  themselves,  so  we  all 
made  an  excursion  thither  just  before  going  westward  from  Roanoke. 

Lynchburg  is  well  worth  seeing,  and  your  pleasure  is  accompanied 
by  the  satisfaction  arising  from  what  is  well  earned.  The  James  river 
passes  through  a  group  of  hills  at  this  point,  which  begrudge  it  room 
and  rise  steeply  from  its  edge.  It  would  be  hard  to  find  a  more  unsuit- 
able place  to  set  a  town  ;  yet  here  has  grown  up  a  city  of  between  fifteen 
and  twenty  thousand  people,  half  of  whom  can  look  down  their  neighbors' 
chimneys.  The  railways  and  a  few  mills,  by  the  help  of  excavations  and 
bridges,  have  made  room  enough  to  lay  their  tracks  and  build  a  station 
down  near  the  river  level,  but  all  the  rest  of  the  town  clings  precariously 
to  some  steep  hill-side.  If  you  walk  up  from  the  station,  you  climb  a 
series  of  staircases  ;  if  you  ride,  your  omnibus  is  drawn  by  four  or  six 
horses.  When  you  leave  your  hotel  and  walk  abroad  you  must  choose 
between  going  up  hill  or  down,  though  some  streets  chiseled  along  the 
hillside — all  the  houses  on  one  side  having  high  porches,  and  on  the 
other  all  the  gardens  dropping  away  from  a  low  rear  basement — run 
fairly  level  for  short  distances.  These  are  the  principal  residence  streets, 
and  lie  tier  above  tier  as  at  Quebec,  Duluth  or  Brattleboro.  At  intervals 
a  cross  street  rises  from  one  to  the  other,  not  too  steeply  for  horses  to 
use;  but  in  many  cases  wooden  stairways,  or  zig-zag  paths  are  alone 
available.  An  ornamental  improvement  has  recently  been  made  in  one 
such  useless  street  by  turning  it  into  a  park,  dropping  steeply  from  the 
quaint  old  court  house  to  Main  street.. 

This  terraced  arrangement  offers  many  advantages  to  the  architect 
and  landscape  gardener,  and  many  beautiful  and  picturesque  homes  meet 
our  eyes  as  we  stroll  about,  delighted  more,  perhaps,  with  the  architect- 
ural examples  of  ante-bellum  affluence  than  with  the  brand  new  modern 
houses  scattered  among  them.  The  loose  soil  and  upright  position  made 
thorough  paving  necessary,  if  the  whole  place  was  to  be  kept  from  wash- 
ing away,  and  this  lends  to  Lynchburg  a  clean  and  thrifty  aspect  wanting 
in  most  of  its  rivals.  From  any  one  of  the  many  high  points,  and  from 
hundreds  of  pleasant  windows  overlooking  the  lower  town  and  the  river, 


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charming  views  are  presented.  "Opposite  are  the  bold  cliffs  of  the 
James;  far  to  the  east  the  river  loses  itself  in  green  meadows,  and  behind 
dim  woodlands;  out  in  the  westward  the  blue  hills  climb  skyward,  and 
the  famous  Peaks  of  Otter  prop  up  the  feathery  clouds;  southward  the 
panorama  opens  with  a  glint  of  glory  on  wooded  hills  and  misty  valleys, 
and  shuts  out  the  view  only  when  the  eye  pauses  at  the  dropping 
horizon." 

Lynchburg  flourishes  chiefly,  perhaps,  because  it  is  at  the  centre  of 
the  rich  Piedmont  tobacco  growing  district;  and  is  £lso  a  depot  for  iron. 


r»™?^ 


TOBACCO   WAGONS   AT    LYNCHBURG. 


To  this  has  been  added  a  concentration  of  transportation  facilities  which 
have  caused  it  to  become  the  head-quarters  of  wide  trading  with  farmers 
and  country  merchants,  almost  without  a  competitor  between  Richmond 
or  Norfolk,  and  Knoxville.      Through  this  James  River  gap,  long  ago. 


NEGRO   WAGONERS. 


AN    EBONY    GABRIEL. 


was  built  the  James  River  and  Kanawa  Canal,  now  the  road-bed  of  the 
Richmond  and  Alleghany  Railway.  Railways  also  connect  the  town  with 
Washington,  Norfolk,  Danville  and  Knoxville.  These  bring  hither  so 
much  tobacco  (not  to  mention  lumber,  tan-bark,  sumac,  grain  and  gen- 
eral produce)  that  seventy  or  eighty  establishments  are  engaged  in  its 
manufacture  or  manipulation,  and  the   town  has  become  an  important 


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purchasing  point  for  northern  factories.  Many  of  the  Lynchburg  brands 
of  tobacco  (especially  that  made  for  smoking)  have  an  old  and  world-wide 
reputation,  and  others  are  gaining  newer  but  equal  fame.  As  for  iron, 
one  furnace  makes  thirty  or  forty  tons  of  iron  a  day,  drawing  its  ore  from 
the  near  neighborhood;  and  several  foundries,  machine  shops,  railway 
repair  shops,  a  nail  mill,  and  other  similar  enterprises  are  in  operation. 


^■'^' 


THE    PEAKS   OF    OTTER. 


Ample  water-power   is    afforded  by 
the  James,  which  here  descends  with 
rapid  current,"  turning   hundreds  of  indus- 
trious wheels,  and  sure  to  be  called  upon 
to  turn  many  more  in  the  near  future. 
On  the  whole,  our  short  visit  to  Lynchburg  was  productive  of  much 
amusement  and  instruction.     As  Daily  says  :    "  It  is  a  nice  little  city,  six 
or  seven  stories  high." 

A  railway  ride,  extremely  pleasant  at  any  time,  carries  one  from 
Lynchburg  to  Roanoke,  but  Prue  and  Baily  and  I  found  it  especially  soon 
the  brilliant,  well-washed  morning  when  we  undertook  it  before  the 
heat  of  the  day  had  arrived. 

The   track  clears  its  way  through    cuts  and   tunnels,   spans  lofty 


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bridges  and  runs  along  steep  declivities  devoted  to  pasturing  what 
must  surely  be  "side-hill  critters,"  with  legs  on  one  side  shorter  than 
those  on  the  other,  until  it  has  escaped  the  jumble  of  hills  that  environ 
the  three-storied  town,  giving  many  charming  outlooks  by  the  way. 
Soon  the  Blue  Ridge  comes  plainly  into  view  on  the  right,  where  two 
sharp  and  prominent  heights,  easily  dominating  the  range,  loom  up  ahead 
and  catch  every  eye.  They  are  the  Peaks  of  Otter — the  loftiest  points 
(because  of  the  resisting  hardness  of  their  syenite  frames)  in  all  the  Blue 
Ridge.  Prue  has  possession  of  a  guide-book  and  finds  that  it  has  been 
ahead  of  us  in  experience  : 

"  We  sweep  along,"  she  reads,  "through  fair  meadows,  green  val- 
leys, by  orchard  and  woodland,  through  fields  of  corn  and  patches  of 
tobacco  ;  we  see  the  "mica  flakes  "  in  the  railroad  cuts,  notice  the  red 
iron  stain  on  the  hills  ;  we  scare  the  fat  cattle  in  the  low  lands,  and  waken 
up  the  well-to-do  farmers  from  their  siesta  under  the  shade  trees."* 

"Do  you  remember,"  I  say  to  my  companions,  "that  when  we 
were  at  Buchanan,  which  is  only  a  dozen  miles  straight  north  of  here,  I 
described  how  Hunter's  raiders  seized  the  town  and  destroyed  the  mills 
and  ordnance  foundries  ?  " 

"Yes." 

"  Well,  he  marched  from  there  the  next  day  straight  across  the  Blue 
Ridge  between  those  two  peaks,  where  a  tier  of  rich  grain  and  fruit 
farms  fills  the  saddle." 

The  retreating  Confederates  had  felled  trees  across  the  narrow  road, 
blown  it  away  where  it  ran  along  the  edge  of  precipices,  tumbled  down 
masses  of  overhanging  walls  in  the  depressions,  aiid  by  bushwhacking 
at  every  step  obstructed  the  Union  advance  and  caused  great  loss  to  their 
trains.  Hunter  pressed  on,  however,  and  having  won  his  way  through 
the  defiles  was  substantially  unopposed  on  the  march  through  Fancy 
Farm  to  Liberty, — a  jolly  little  tobacco  making  town,  a  dozen  miles  from 
Lynchburg,  which  the  train  was  just  now  entering,  and  where  a  summer 
hotel  and  half  a  hundred  summer  dresses  welcomed  us  under  the  trees 
at  the  station. 

Here,  at  Liberty,  the  raiders  struck  this  railway,  which  then,  as  now, 
ran  down  into  East  Tennessee,  and  which  was  of  the  highest  importance 
to  the  Confederates  as  the  great  avenue  and  resources  for  supplies  and 
for  the  transferrence  of  troops.  To  break  it  was  a  measure  of  strategy 
and  its  destruction  a  legitimate  act  in  war.  Colonel  Halpine,  the 
chronicler  of  this  expedition,  tells  with  what  system  and  vigor  the 
work  of  destruction  was  done.  Up  went  the  rails  for  miles  and  miles 
along  the  road;  the  ties  were  gathered  and  set  on  fire;  the  rails  laid  across 
them  until  heated  in  the  middle  enough  to  be  bent  out  of  all  shape;  the 
torch  was  applied  to  trestles  and  bridges  of  wood,  while  bridges  of  stone 
or  iron  were  "  sent  kiting  "  by  gunpowder. 

Marching  from  Liberty  toward  Lynchburg,  obliterating  the  railway 
as  they  advanced,  the  army  halted  for  the  night  on  the  Big  Otter,  after  a 
desultory  encounter  with  the  enemy  ^t  New  London,  where  are  the  still 


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famous  Bedford  Alum  Springs.  So  slow  was  progress  possible  through 
that  rough  and  wooded  region,  that  at  2  p.m.  the  next  day  they  had  only 
reached  Diamond  hill,  where  the  Confederates  were  entrenched  in  bar- 
ricades. This  was  on  the  wagon  road,  a  short  distance  south  of  the  rail- 
way. The  barricades  were  taken  by  a  charge,  and  so  badly  demoralized 
were  its  pseudo-defenders,  that  "  had  it  not  been  for  the  rapid  coming 
on  of  night,"  writes  a  Federal  staff-officer,  "  and  the  necessity  of  re- 
moving our  own  and  the  enemy's  wounded  out  of  the  woods,  which  had 
caught  fire  during  the  action,  and  were  now  burning  fiercely  with  a  mighty 
crackling  and  roar,  only  pierced  by  the  terror-stricken  screams  of  the 
mangled  men  who  lay  beneath  the  flaming  canopy  of  beams  and  branches, 
we  might  have  pushed  on  into  Lynchburg." 

Next  morning,  however,  it  was  too  late.  An  attempt  had  been  made 
by  the  Union  soldiers  to  destroy  the  railroad  bridge  across  the  James, 
but  it  had  failed,  and  all  night  long  Lee's  reinforcements  were  poured 
into  the  city.  The  forts  and  breastworks  that  crowned  all  the  hills — you 
may  see  their  remains — were  strong  and  well  manned.  Hunter's  legions 
charged  but  were  repulsed.  A  battalion  of  Ohio  men  did  get  over  the 
works,  but  they  never  came  back.  At  noon  Hunter  saw  that  he  had  too 
hard  a  nut  for  his  little  army  to  crack,  and  secretly  gave  orders  turning 
back  his  trains  which  were  far  in  the  rear  ;  but  his  men  fought  on, 
"  believing  firmly  that  they  were  to  enter  Lynchburg  as  conquerors  if  it 
cost  them  a  week's  steady  fighting." 

From  Liberty  an  excursion  of  great  enjoyment  may  be  made  to  the 
top  of  the  Peaks  of  Otter.  We  can  see  the  hotel,  a  white  dot,  nestling 
in  a  cleft  at  the  very  top  of  the  sharpest  of  the  twin  summits.  The  view 
overlooks  what  is  called  the  Piedmont  of  Virginia,  and  can  hardly  be  sur- 
passed. "  The  lessening  hills  of  the  Blue  Ridge,"  said  one  who  knew  it 
well,  "  with  many  a  lovely  valley  and  brawling  stream  between,  roll 
downward  from  our  feet,  in  woody  and  billowy  undulations,  ever  dimin- 
ishing until  they  merge  and  fade  away  in  the  noble  champagne  country 
beyond,  dotted  with  still  handsome  villas  and  farm-houses. 
Beautiful  sunlight  patches  floating  over  the  massive  and  varying  verdures 
of  the  mountains  ;  clear  springs  bubbling  out  from  beneath  every  moss- 
grown  rock;  rich  flowers  shedding  brilliancy  and  perfume  even  from  the 
topmost  cliffs;  and  dense  woods  of  unmatchable  shadow  and  stateliest 
growth  giving  the  coolness  and  repose  of  perpetual  twilight." 

The  distance  to  the  top  is  only  half  a  dozen  miles,  and  suitable 
carriages  and  drivers  can  be  procured  in  Liberty  at  small  cost. 

The  next  station  of  consequence  that  we  rush  into,  beyond  Liberty,  is 
Blue  Ridge  Springs,  a  place  which  looks  like  a  toy  town,  where  the  sta- 
tion building  is  a  large  hotel.  The  piazza  platform  is  crowded  with 
belles  and  beaus,  substantial  mammas,  leisurely  papas,  and  children 
brown  and  hearty.  Through  one  set  of  windows  we  see  the  dining-room 
with  laggards  at  breakfast;  through  another  the  office  and  a  billiard 
table  or  two  ;  through  a  third  the  rich  furnishing  of  a  parlor.  Down 
behind  the  hotel  is  a  deep  narrow  valley  filled  with  white  buildings,  great 


and  small,  with  graveled  walks  and  flower-beds,  spring  houses  and  the 
out-door  equipment  of  a  summer  resort.  These  springs  are  an  old-time 
summering  place  of  high  repute  medicinally,  and  higher  socially.  To 
the  Norfolk  people  they  are  particularly  well  known.  Near  by,  as  Baily 
notes  in  his  big  Russia  book,  are  extensive  mines  of  iron  ore,  which  are 
reached  by  side-tracks,  but  no  furnaces  pollute  the  sweet,  clear  air  of 
these  charming  hills. 

Only  a  little  way  beyond  are  Coyner's  springs,  another  watering 
place  where  gay  girl-faces  greet  us  at  the  station  ;  while  Gishe's  sends 
a  similar  bevy  in  huge  sunshades  and  broad  canvas  belts  to  see  the 
train  go  by.  And  so,  almost  before  we  know  it,  we  leap  the  current 
of  Tinker  creek  and  roll  into  Roanoke, — but  not  to  stop,  for  we  are 
westward  bound. 


XIII. 
WESTWARD    BOUND. 

The  Wheatfields  of  the  Roanoke.— Salem.— A verill's  Raid  upon   the  Railway.— The 

Old  Turnpike. — Alleghany  Springs.— A  Rough  Region. — Big  Tunnel. — 

Chnstiansburg  and    its   Neighborhood.— Central    Station. — 

First  View    of  New  River. 

Head-quarters  left  behind,  we  run  westward  through  the  rolling 
bottoms  of  the  Roanoke,  crossing  many  rough  and  rapid  brooks  that  come 
down  from  the  hills.  The  river  itself  is  swift  and  turbulent,  for  the 
descent  here  is  great. 

Seven  miles  from  Roanoke  stands  the  old  town  of  Salem,  the  bulk 
of  which  is  a  mile  or  so  distant.  What  we  can  see  of  it  tempts  us  to 
alight  and  discover  more.  The  village  lies  in  a  broad  valley,  is  sur- 
rounded by  large  estates,  and  an  air  of  prosperity  and  pleasant  home-life 
pervades  the  whole  scene.  One  of  the  oldest  and  most  prominent  com- 
munities in  this  part  of  the  state,  Salem  long  ago  became  noted  for  its 
highly  educated  and  religious  society,  which  was  partly  a  cause,  partly  a 
result,  of  the  location  there  of  two  academies  of  high  repute — Roanoke 
College  for  boys,  and  the  Hollins  Institute  for  girls.  Red  Sulphur 
Springs,  nine  miles  northward  and  2,200  feet  above  the  sea,  is  another 
point  of  celebrity  in  this  neighborhood. 

This  point  was  reached  by  the  Federal  cavalry  under  Averill,  in 
January  of  1864,  whose  troops  were  the  first  blue  coats  seen  in  the  town. 
They  tore  up  the  railway,  and  then  hastily  departed.  The  ruins 
remained  unrepaired  until  the  following  June,  when  Hunter's  army, 
retreating  slowly  after  the  failure  to  enter  Lynchburg  through  Buford's 
gap  and  along  the  line  of  the  railway,  which  they  still  more  completely 
destroyed  as  they  yielded  the  ground,  turned  northward  from  Salem  to 
their  last  fight  on  Craig's  mountain,  just  west  of  Newcastle. 


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It  is  with  a  very  smooth  and  solid  track  that  this  destruction  of  war 
has  been  replaced,  and  the  old  iron  rails,  out  of  which  Hunter's  men 
curled  such  fantastic  "  neckties  "  around  the  oaks,  were  long  ago  dis- 
carded for  steel.     The  great  turn-pike  connecting  the  Valley  of  Virginia 


THE   ROANOKE. 


with  Tennessee,  forming  a  high  road  through  the  line  of  towns  between 
Lynchburg  and  Knoxville  and  making  an  avenue  for  westward  emigra- 
tion and  eastward  marketing,  is  followed  closely  by  the  railway,  and  is 
seen  at  the  right  hand.  All  along  it  stand  houses,  once  the  homes  of  the 
lords  of  the  soil— houses  chiefly  of  brick,  with  the  out-buildings  made 
of  hewn  logs. 

To  the  left  of  the  train  is  a  confused  mass  of  wooded  hills;  to  the 
right  (northward)  the  long,  straight,  sterile  Catawba  ridge,  on  whose 
hither  front  was  old  Fort  Lewis— a  defence  of  the  pioneers  against 
Indians.  Then  a  rough  little  cultivated  nook  opens  out,  and  we  cross 
and  recross  the  bright  river,  which  here  winds  as  though  it  were  quite  lost 
among  the  knolls. 


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As  these  knolls  lessen  in  height  they  become  arable,  and  are  all 
under  the  plow  or  in  grass,  while  high  up  on  the  tops  of  the  distant 
ridges  great  patches  of  wheat  land  have  been  cleared  from  the  forest. 

The  first  stop  after  Salem  is  at  Big  Spring,  where  there  is  a  group  of 
old-fashioned  houses  around  a  gigantic  fountain  gushing  from  under  a 
bluff  a  hundred  yards  or  so  south  of  the  track,  shaded  by  noble  willows 
and  filled  with  cresses. 

Beyond  lie  broad  and  fertile  flat  lands  through  which  the  South  fork 
of  the  Roanoke  comes  down  from  Pilot  mountain;  and  when  these  are 
passed  the  road  runs  for  a  long  distance  upon  a  high  bank,  with  the  river 
at  its  wooded  base,  in  and  out  of  rocky  cuts,  the  view  (when  we  can 
catch  glimpses  abroad)  extending  across  farm  lands  to  the  shapely  hills 
that  hem  them  in  with  an  ever- varying  barrier.  Thus  a  plateau  is  reached 
where  much  tobacco  grows,  and  we  have  climbed  330  feet  more  to  Shaws- 
ville,  the  station  for  Alleghany  Springs  four  miles  distant,  whose  stages 
await  the  train.  We  did  not  go  over,  but  Prue  read  to  us  about  it  from 
a  pamphlet,  as  follows: 

"  These  springs  are  situated  on  the  head-waters  of  the  Roanoke 
river,  in  the  county  of  Montgomery,  on  the  eastern  slope  of  the  Alle- 
ghany mountains — the  most  elevated  region  between  the  Atlantic  ocean 
and  the  Rocky  mountains." 

"That's  not  quite  true,"  I  interrupt,  thinking  of  Cloudland,  and 
several  other  districts.  Then  she  continues:  "  The  hotel  and  principal 
range  of  cottages  occupy  smooth  and  undulating  hills,  gently  sloping  to  a 
broad  grass-covered  lawn  of  forty  acres,  extending  to  the  banks  of  the 
river.  The  first  panoramic  view  of  the  establishment  is  reviving  and 
refreshing  to  the  dust-covered  traveler  from  the  seaboard,  and  still  more 
so  to  the  feeble  invalid  escaping  from  the  hot  sun  of  the  South.  They 
have  the  pleasing  consciousness,  after  all  the  toils  and  privations  of 
travel,  that  they  have  at  length  reached  a  spot  where  ease,  comfort  and 
repose  await  them.  This  feeling  is  the  first  step  toward  the  restoration 
to  health.  .  .  .  The  accommodations  are  first-class,  and  afford  every 
convenience  and  comfort  both  to  the  invalid  and  the  pleasure-seeker. 
Pure  spring  water  is  conveyed  by  pipes  from  the  mountains  to  every  part 
of  the  establishment,  and  guests  are  supplied  with  hot,  cold  and  plunge 
baths." 

The  hills  rise  steep  and  irregular  all  about  us  as  we  proceed;  brushy 
to  the  top,  but  showing  few  large  trees,  for  these  have  been  cut  out  as 
fast  as  they  became  available.  Now  and  then  a  fine  house  will  stand  in 
some  more  open  spot,  for  this  red  soil  is  rich  where  enough  of  it  can  be 
found  together,  but  the  principal  signs  of  habitation  appear  in  the  shape 
of  rude  cabins  in  the  midst  of  small  neglected  clearings.  We  see  no 
sheep,  but  know  they  belong  here — as  the  Arab  in  the  fable  knew  a  camel 
had  passed  his  tent — by  the  tracks  of  their  nimble  feet  on  the  steep  gulch- 
sides. 

At  Big  Tunnel — which  is  great  only  by  comparison,  and  takes  but  a 
minute   or   so    to   traverse — is   another  little  station,  where  "  out   in  its 


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beautiful  nest,  only  a  mile  from  the  road,  sits  the  famous  Montgomery 
White  Sulphur  Springs."  It  was  from  these  heights,  looking  over  the 
path  we  have  come,  that  Edward  King,  author  of  "The  Great  South," 
"  came  suddenly  upon  the  delicious  expanse  of  the  Roanoke  valley, 
bathed  in  the  splendid  shimmer  of  an  afternoon  autumn  sun,  and  fading 
into  delicatest  colored  shadows  where  the  mountains  rose  gently,  as  if 
loth  to  leave  the  lovely  and  lowly  retreat.  The  vale  was  filled  with 
wheat  and  corn  fields,  and  with  perfect  meadows,  through  which  ran  lit- 
tle brooks  gleaming  in  the  sun." 

That  epitomizes  the  view  very  nicely. 

Still  ascending,  we  presently  reach  the  top  of  the  pass  over  the 
"Alleghany  mountains"  (by  which  obscure  term  map-makers  trace  the 
divide  between  the  Atlantic  and  the  Mississippi)  at  Christiansburg, 
another  old  time  village,  where  a  highway  north  and  south  crosses  the 
east  and  west  turnpike.  These  roads  penetrate  a  fruitful  and  beautiful 
region  to  the  northward,  and  lead  to  such  points  of  special  interest  as 
the  Yellow  Sulphur  Springs  and  Blacksburg  Agricultural  College.  In 
regard  to  the  former,  Prue's  guide-book  informs  us  that  it  is  three  and  a 
half  miles  distant  and  2,200  feet  altitude.  "  The  mineral  properties  of  the 
water  are  well  known,  and  have  been  tested  by  thousands,  and  invariably 
with  good  effect.  It  is  alterative  and  tonic  in  its  action,  possessing  all  the 
qualities  which  are  usually  found  in  the  best  alum  springs."  Central,  the 
next  station,  is  a  half-way  point  between  Lynchburg  and  Bristol,  and 
hence  chosen  by  the  railway  as  a  place  for  repair  shops,  a  round  house 
and  other  works.  The  Union  cavalry,  during  Averill's  remarkable  raid 
in  the  spring  of  1864,  reached  this  place  and  destroyed  track  and  build- 
ings; a  house  near  the  station  shows  yet  a  perforation  made  by  one  of 
the  shells. 

From  Christiansburg,  which  is  2,000  feet  above  the  sea,  we  have  been 
running  downward,  past  the  coal-bearing  Price  mountain  on  the  right, 
through  a  very  picturesque  region,  and  at  Central  come  suddenly  out 
upon  a  broad  river,  curving  grandly  about  the  great  green  hills  that 
guide  its  course.  It  is  the  New  river,  and  presently  crossed  upon  a 
lofty  iron  bridge,  from  which  a  magnificent  picture  is  presented  in  each 
direction. 

The  New  river  is  now  one  of  the  oldest  rivers  in  the  Union,  so  far 
as  knowledge  of  it  goes.  Rising  from  springs  on  Grandfather,  in  the 
Iron  Mountain  range  of  North  Carolina,  it  pursues  a  great  curve  toward 
the  east  through  the  serried  uplands  of  the  Virginian  Appalachia,  and 
empties  into  the  Ohio  opposite  Gallipolis,  almost  due  north  of  its  rising. 
Beginning  as  the  "  New,"  it  changes  its  name  below  the  entrance  of  the 
Gauley  river,  in  West  Virginia,  and  becomes  the  "  Kanawa." 

Here  at  Central  the  stream  is  quiet,  willow -fringed  and  bordered  by 
farms,  save  where  rocky  bluffs  approach  too  closely.  Just  beyond  the 
bridge  is  the  station  of  New  River,  whence  departs  the  branch  line  running 
down  the  river  into  the  coal  regions  of  the  Bluestone  valley  and  Flat-top 
mountain,  the   centre   of   which    is   at   the   town    of    Pocahontas,  some 


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seventy-five  miles  north-westward.  This  branch  line  pursues  for  a  long 
distance  the  course  by  which  the  stream  has  cut  its  way  athwart  the  mount- 
ain ranges,  and  affords  the  traveler  a  sight  of  one  of  the  most  interest- 
ing and  beautiful  canons  in  the  country. 


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NEW  RIVER    CANON  AND   MOUNTAIN   LAKE. 

Cloyd's  Mountain. — The  River  Gate-way. — Clififs,  Bastions  and  Pinnacles. — Luxuriance 

of  Foliag^e. — The  Narrows. — Pocahontas  and.  its  Coal  Mines. — Eggleston's. — 

The   Road   to   Mountain  Lake. — Sunset   from    Bald   Knob. — 

Boating  upon  the  Lake. — The  Glories  of  the  Forest. — 

Prue's  Summer  House. 

Upon  leaving  New  River  station  the  railway  crosses  the  peninsula 
enclosed  in  the  great  Horseshoe  bend,  but,  half  a  dozen  miles  ahead, 
again  approaches  the  stream  where  it  attacks  its  first  obstacle,  now 
divided,  by  its  success  in  forcing  a  passage  through,  into  Brush  mountain 
on  the  east  and  Cloyd's  on  this,  the  western  side. 

This  first  gateway  is  an  impressive  suggestion  of  what  will  follow. 
On  each  side  the  mountain  stands  with  its  feet  laved  by  the  current,  and 
at  a  low  stage  of  the  water  the  eye  can  trace  at  a  glance  the  contin- 
uous ledges  of  steeply  inclined  strata  which  match  one  another  in  the 
opposite  headlands,  and  are  connected  across  the  bed  of  the  river.  The 
mountain  is  densely  timbered,  but  through  the  trees  and  bushes  these 
great  slanting  ledges  protrude  in  tilted  shelves,  whose  slope  corresponds 
precisely  with  the  southern  face  of  the  ridge.  The  roadway  has  been 
dug  out  of  the  steep  hillside,  and  everywhere  on  the  inside  is  a  rocky 
wall,  sometimes  breaking  down  where  a  ravine  has  worn  a  hollow;  some- 
times rising  many  feet  sheer  above  us  ;  sometimes  so  hollowed  under 
that  great  masses  overhang  the  cars. 

The  river  here  cuts  squarely  across  the  range,  and  we  can  see, — but 
not  count,  for  they  are  too  many — the  upturned,  black  edges  of  the 
eroded  strata  stretched  across  the  streamlike  miniature  dams.  But  soon 
the  river  changes  its  course,  and-  then  these  parallel  lines  run  diagonally 
across  it,  or  even  lie  lengthwise  of  its  current  in  the  elbow  of  some 
bend.  Wherever  that  is  the  case  the  river  narrows  and  deepens,  because 
its  eroding  force,  applied  lengthwise  the  outcrop,  would  act  more  forci- 
bly to  cut  downward  than  sideways  ;  while  for  the  opposite  reason,  the 
stream  is  always  broadest  where  the  stratum  edges  run -most  nearly 
transverse  to  its  current.  Over  these  submerged,  or  half  submerged, 
ledges  the  water  passes  with  much  commotion,  and  sometimes,  where  an 
outcrop  is  harder  than  its  fellows,  and  therefore  more  prominent,  there 
will  be  a  little  cascade. 

This  Cloyd's  mountain  overhead  is  the  same  at  whose  western  end, 
where  the  highway  passes  from  Newbern  to  Pearisburg,  was  fought 
the  terrific  battle  between  the  Union  forces  under  Crook,  and  the  Con- 
federates under  Jones  and  Jenkins,  in  which  Brig.  Gen.  R.  B.   Hayes 


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(afterward  President  of  the  United  States)  was  one  of  the  commanders. 
The  Rebels  were  entrenched  in  a  strong  position  upon  the  mountain, 
but  at  a  terrible  cost  of  life  were  at  last  driven  out,  and  pursued  with  con- 
stant fighting  to  Newbern,  where  the  destruction  of  railway  bridges  and 
stores,  which  had  been  the  object  of  the  expedition,  was  effected. 

The  cliffs,  under  which  we  are  passing,  are  very  beautiful.  The 
new  rock,  white  or  yellow,  contrasting  finely  with  the  hoary  gray  of  the 
natural  exposures,  and  overhung  by  the  dense  and  varied  foliage  of  the 
universal  forests,  presents  some  novel  combination  of  form  and  color 
every  moment,  for  we  are  continually  changing  our  point  of  view  in  fol- 
lowing the  windings  of  the  gorge.  Sometimes  the  cliff  wall  and  its  sloping 
mountain-cap,  a  bit  of  river,  a  fragment  of  corn  field  and  an  uncertain 
background  of  far  away  highlands,  are  held  for  an  instant  in  the  frame  of 
deep  cutting;  then  a  shoulder  of  rock,  or  a  grove  of  shining  maples, 
slips  between  and  blots  it  out,  but  with  the  same  motion  places  upon 
the  screen  another  picture  equally  enticing  yet  wholly  unlike  in  its  com- 
position.    With  such  elements  at  command,  what  cannot  be  done  ? 

At  Staytide  station  (where  a  gay  party  get  off,  bound  for  Eggleston's 
and' Mountain  Lake),  Cloyd's  mountain  has  been  passed,  but  opposite 
stands  the  still  more  lofty  barrier  of  Walker's  mountain. 

Emerging  from  a  short  tunnel  just  below  Staytide,  we  are  confronted 
on  the  opposite  side  of  the  river  by  vertical  cliffs  ot  rocks  that  are  broken 
into  bastions  and  pinnacles  in  some  parts,  in  others  remain  massive  and 
bold.  They  rise  several  hundred  feet,  straight  from  their  reflections  in 
the  oily  flood  so  deep  and  still  at  their  feet,  and  bear  upon  their  shoulders 
the  rugged  summits  of  Gap  mountain.  On  this  side,  also,  sandstone 
cliffs  surprise  our  eyes  by  their  height.  We  scarcely  expect  such  great- 
ness in  southern  scenery  as  is  here  to  be  found.  Assailed  by  blasting,  to 
furnish  a  passage  for  the  railway,  where  otherwise  no  room  for  a  track 
existed  between  the  cliffs  and  the  water,  the  strata  have  so  broken  apart 
as  to  leave  great  square  corners,  with  protruding  points  and  ledges  which 
cast  bold  shadows.  Nor  are  the  rocks  white  and  garish,  but  softly  colored 
in  browns,  pale  yellow  and  dead  red  tints  ;  while  above  and  beside  the  new 
exposures  rise  the  jagged  precipices  shaped  slowly  by  water  and  air,  and 
dark  with  the  storms  of  unnumbered  seasons.  They  are  reared  above 
the  trees  in  grand  pyramids  and  towers,  or  jut  out  like  the  prow  of  some 
huge  vessel,  or  stand  in  thin  protruding  walls  set  edgewise  into  the  ver- 
dure-hidden hill, — for  everywhere,  you  must  remember, 

"■  The  scarred  summit's  rifted  seams 
Are  bright  with  ghstening  pines." 

It  is  the  exceeding  luxuriance  and  diversity  of  the  foliage,  and  the 
beautiful  way  in  which  these  hoary  and  massive  old  rocks  are  embowered 
in  trees,  shrubbery,  vines,  herbage,  moss  and  lichens,  which  make  them 
so  picturesque  and  prevent  that  feeling  of  roughness  and  sterility  that 
becomes  oppressive  in  the  far  West  or  among  the  Canadian  hills. 

Thus  we  wind  with  the  urgent  river  through  the   Narrows,  where 


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NEW    RIVER    SCENERY. 
[From  Photographs  by  C.  H.  James,  Philadelphia,  Pa.] 


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Pearis,  Wolf  Creek  and  the  East  River  ranges  crowd  close  together 
on  the  west,  and  the  huge  form  of  Peter's  mountain  towers  massive  on 
the  east.  But  the  river  long  ago  won  its  right  of  way  between,  and  we 
follow,  unable  to  see  out,  and  undesirous  to  do  so,  for  the  "storm-tossed 
Titans  "  around  us,  and  the  restless  pushing  stream,  are  enough  to  fill 
our  eyes  and  minds. 

Clear  of  this  montanic  labyrinth  (it  is  wonderful  to  look  back  at 
the  huge  wall  and  try  to  understand  how  you  squirmed  through)  the  road 
leaves  the  New  and  takes  its  course  up  East  river,  which  flows  along  the 
northern  base  of  the  range  of  the  same  name,  with  Black  Oak  mountain 
opposite.  This  gorge  is  narrow,  abrupt  or  often  craggy  on  its  sides, 
forested  from  top  to  bottom,  and  hence  most  romantically  wild.  Saw 
mills  are  being  put  up  all  along  it  since  the  advent  of  the  railway,  the 
logs  to  supply  which  are  sent  rolling  and  sliding  down  long  paths  cleared 
on  the  faces  of  the  high,  steep  hills,  which  press  upon  us  with  rocky 
walls  almost  unclimbable,  every  dark  old  ledge  just  now  lighted  up  with 
thickets  of  purple  poke-berries.  Oakvale  is  the  railway  station  for 
Princeton,  the  seat  of  Mercer  county,  West  Virginia;  and  Winonah  that 
for  Pearisburg,  county  seat  of  Giles,  Virginia.  At  Graham's  we  have 
reached  the  head  of  East  river,  and  thence  descend  along  one  of  the 
confluents  of  the  Bluestone  to  Pocahontas,  through  a  gorge  so  narrow, 
and  occupied  by  so  tortuous  a  stream,  that  it  is  crossed  seventeen  times  in 
the  nine  miles. 

Pocahontas  is  a  rough,  new  town  of  frame  houses,  nearly  all  of  the 
same  pattern,  built  by  the  company  whose  coal  mines  are  there,  and 
painted  in  the  most  original  colors  possible  for  the  mind  of  man  to  invent 
and  combine!  In  order  to  get  room  for  a  town,  the  forest  was  cut  away 
from  a  hill  side — the  expansion  of  the  bottom  of  the  gorge  there  being 
none  too  great  to  accommodate  the  many  railway  tracks,  coal-coking 
ovens,  and  company's  shops  of  one  kind  or  another.  In  the  midst  of  the 
stumps  and  boulders  of  this  steep  hillside  the  houses  were  set  down  in 
streets  which  some  day,  perhaps,  will  be  terraces.  The  place  looks  just 
like  one  of  the  new  coal  or  silver  camps  in  the  far  West,  and  strongly  re- 
minded me  in  particular  of  Carbonado,  in  Washington  Territory. 
Pocahontas  will  grow  better,  however,  when  she  has  had  time.  There 
are  churches  and  school-houses,  a  club  and  reading-room,  good  stores 
and  the  beginning  of  a  prosperous  town;  but  never,  I  venture  to  think, 
will  it  be  a  delightful  place. 

Reversing  each  picture  as  we  descend  the  railway  along  New  river, 
the  "lofty  and  luminous  summits"  take  on  a  new  aspect  and  beauty  quite 
as  novel  and  enchanting  as  when  we  admired  them  going  up. 

It  seems  a  short  trip,  therefore,  that  brings  us  to  Staytide,  where  we 
disembark  and  are  ferried  over  to  the  New  River  White  Sulphur  Springs, 
or,  as  the  place  is  more  generally  called,  after  the  owner  of  the  estate — 
"  Eggleston's,* 

At  Eggleston's,  one  finds  a  long  rambling  old  house  with  a  broad 
lawn   and  grand  trees  in  front,  an  orchard,  garden  and  sunny  hillside 


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behind,  standing  on  the  river  bluff  where  it  commands  a  view  of  the 
bend  and  both  shores.  Old  in  tradition,  as  in  architecture,  fashion  is  here 
left  behind,  and  health,  fun  and  comfort  reign.  For  him  who  enjoys  the 
water — and  who  does  not? — there  is  the  broad,  deep  and  placid  river, 
where  he  may  pole  a  punt,  or  paddle  a  canoe,  or  anchor  and  fish,  or  find  a 
shaded  nook  and  swim  in  the  cleanest  of  floods.  For  the  lover  of  scenery, 
there  is  the  broken  front  of  the  mountain,  carved  by  nature's  deft  chisels 
into  a  thousand  buttresses,  arches,  and  pinnacles,  half  veiled  in  clinging 
verdure  and  the  nestling  place  of  playful  sunbeams  and  coy  shadows. 
For  the  enthusiast  in  natural  history  or  art,  I  know  no  more  fruitful  spot. 
For  the  invalid,  there  are  peace  and  beauty  more  healing  than  the  most 
beneficent  waters. 

Eggleston's  is  now  the  point  of  access  to  Mountain  Lake.  This  is  a 
body  of  water  a  mile  in  length,  poised  near  the  summit  of  a  spur  of  the 
Alleghanies  at  an  elevation  of  4,500  feet  above  the  sea,  A  century  ago 
it  was  much  smaller  than  now  (a  story  that  formerly  no  water  at  all  was 
there,  save  a  rill,  is  unworthy  of  belief)  and  became  a  favorite  place  for  the 
graziers  to  collect  and  salt  their  cattle.  Hence  it  came  to  be  called  the 
Salt  Pond,  and  the  lofty  semicircular  ridge  that  surrounds  it  was  named 
Salt  Pond  mountain,  long  ago  resorted  to  by  picnic  parties,  who 
reached  it  by  the  good  road  which  crosses  over  the  range  from 
Christiansburg  and  Newport  to  Union. 

The  road  from  Eggleston's  winds  upward  along  creek  gorges,  through 
a  very  wild  and  lonely  region,  where  the  mountainers  are  content  with 
wresting  small  crops  of  corn  and  tobacco  from  the  rocky  soil.  The 
streams  occupy  gorges  which  in  summer  go  nearly  or  quite  dry,  yet  are 
liable  to  become  the  sudden  conduits  of  a  thunderstorm,  when  their  chan- 
nels will  be  filled  with  a  raging  flood,  no  trace  of  which  remains  next 
morning.  As  you  approach  the  summit,  wide  views  open  out  southward 
and  eastward  which  gradually  expand  as  each  succeeding  ridge-top  is  sur- 
mounted and  the  way  grows  steeper.  Going  up  in  the  afternoon,  you 
do  not  halt  at  the  lake,  but  keep  on  to  Bald  Knob,  the  highest  point  of 
the  Salt  Pond  mountain,  whose  apex  is  so  beaten  by  gales  and  burdened 
by  snow  that  nothing  better  than  stunted  bushes  has  been  able  to  take 
root  amid  the  clefts  of  the  rocks.  Here  you  arrive  at  sunset,  and  in  its 
clear  light  your  eye  can  sweep  a  circle  which  passes  through  the  bound- 
aries of  five  states.  There  is  nothing  to  show  where  these  boundaries 
ie,  however,  and  pride  of  locality  is  rebuked  as  one  sees  how  homoge- 
neous is  the  whole  landscape. 

It  is  a  very  wrinkled,  disjointed  and  savage  world  that  you  look 
upon,  too.  In  every  direction  as  far  as  sight  goes,  from  the  azure  crest 
of  Kentucky's  Cumberland  on  the  west  to  the  ragged  horizon  behind  the 
twin  peaks  of  Otter  on  the  east,  and  from  the  magnificent  mountains  of 
North  Carolina,  where  the  Kanawa  takes  its  rise,  to  the  faint  West  Vir- 
ginian sky-line  where  it  fights  its  troublous  way  toward  the  Ohio,  all  is 
mountain  and  valley.  Rank  behind  rank'  ridge  undulating  with  ridge, 
peak  rivaling  peak,  spur  flanking  spur,  color  answering  to  color  in  the 


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regular  gradation  of  distance,  which  ever  way  you  gaze  the  magnificent 
picture  awes  you  with  its  breadth  and  weight  and  sublime  repose.  It  is 
a  vast  harmony  in  blue;  the  higher  lights  of  the  elevations  softened  and 
the  shadows  in  the  depressions  illumined  by  the  haze  which  veils,  subdues 
and  idealizes,  lending  to  a  stern,  rough  world  the  hue  of 

" the  clear  and  crystalline  heaven, 

Like  the  protecting  hand  of  God  inverted  above  them." 

How  can  one  portray  a  scene  like  that,  or  tell  the  emotions  ? — the 
scientific  satisfaction  with  which  a  map-maker  and  geologist  would  scan 
the  wide  area  beneath  his  eye,  tracing  the  system  concealed  beneath  the 
seeming  disorder;  the  watchfulness  with  which  a  poet  would  study  the 
delicate  blending  and  comparison  of  colors,  all  graded  to  purple  and  blue 
with  infinite  taste;  the  ecstasy  of  the  poet,  the  veneration  of  the  seer? 

Then  as  the  orb  of  day  drops  slowly  into  the  smoky  atmosphere  along 
the  western  horizon,  to  illumine  it  with  a  red  and  coppery  light  mo- 
mently changing  and  flooding  that  proud  half  of  the  world  with  golden 
mist,  while  behind  us  the  ridges  grow  dark  and  are  massed  together  in 
purple  gloom — how  can  any  one  describe  that  either;  or  make  you  under- 
stand the  play  of  dazzling  color  shooting  from  behind  the  serrated  wall  so 
sharply  marked  upon  the  brilliant  sky  ? 

"  Beside  us,  purple-zoned,  Wachusett  laid 

His  head  against  the  West;  whose  warm  light  made 

His  aureole;  and  o'er  him  sharp  and  clear, 
Like  a  shaft  of  lightning  in  mid-launching  stayed, 

A  single  level  cloud  line,  shone  upon 
By  the  fierce  glances  of  the  sunken  sun, 

Menaced  the  darkness  with  its  golden  spear." 

The  lake  (I  regret  that  the  historically  suggestive  name  Salt  Pond, 
has  been  thrown  out)  is  reniform  in  outline  and  a  mile  in  length.  At 
one  end  a  large  clearing  has  been  made,  and  here  stand  the  various  build- 
ings of  the  unpretentious  but  comfortable  hotel,  which  include  near  the 
water's  edge  a  boat-house,  bowling  alley  and  billiard  room.  There  are 
also  a  few  private  cottages.  Taking  a  boat  we  slowly  row  down  the 
lake,  and  enjoy  its  strange  and  inspiring  beauty — the  interest  of  solitude 
and  wildness.  When  your  back  is  turned  to  the  hotel,  nothing  is  to  be 
seen  but  a  forest  of  remarkably  varied  growth,  rising  amphitheatre-like 
and  unbroken  from  the  water  to  the  crest  of  the  lofty  ridges.  At  the 
lower  end  of  the  lake  we  land  and  climb  among  broken  crags  to  where  a 
summer-house  is  perched  high  among  the  trees,  and  haunted  by  birds. 

There  is  a  cascade  and  creek  gorge  of  special  charm  not  far  away, 
and  two  or  three  look-outs  on  the  mountain  from  which  ample  landscapes 
may  be  seen  ;  a  ramble  of  paths  through  the  forest ;  a  remarkable  cold 
spring  ;  and  always  the  sunrise  and  sunset  from  Bald  Knob.  But  Prue 
and  I  think  that,  if  ever  we  are  permitted  by  happy  fortune  to  spend  a 
month  at  Mountain  Lake,  it  will  be  to  the  sequestered  summer-house 
among  the  mossy  rocks  and  sunlit  woods  at  the  lower  end  of  the  pond 
that  we  shall  oftenest  go. 


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XV. 
THROUGH   SOUTH-WEST  VIRGINIA. 

New  River  to  the  Tennessee  Line. — Dublin. — Mines  and  Furnaces  of  Cripple  Creek. — 

Martin's,  and  the   pretty  Maple  Shade  Inn.— Max  Meadows. — Wytheville. — 

Rural  Retreat  and  Marion. — Bass  Fishing  and  Mineral  Springs. — 

Glade  Spring  and  Emory   College. — Trout. — Saltville 

and  its  War  History.— The  Battle  at  Wytheville.— 

Abingdon  and  us  "  Girl  Graduates." — 

Bristol  and  Johnson  City. 

From  New  River  westward  is  a  charming  ride  among  the  mountains. 
Indeed,  the  great  drawback  to  the  pleasure  of  traveling  amid  these 
superb  fastnesses  of  nature,  is  the  singular  one  that  the  eye  and  brain 
are  sated  by  the  constant  succession  of  noble  outlooks  which  occur  as 
we  progress.  Here  the  titans  seem  to  have  vied  in  their  gigantic  upbuild- 
ing of  cliff  and  pinnacle.  Here  the  tempest  has  its  lurking  place,  and 
the  fountain  heads  of  mountain  torrents  spring  forth  gladly,  and  go 
dashing  down  their  rocky  beds  to  the  far  away  alluvial  valleys  where 
mankind  shall  chain  them,  and  make  them  turn  huge  mill  wheels,  stain 
their  purity  with  the  outflow  of  factories,  and  send  them  on  to  lose  them- 
selves in  the  salt  bays  that  reach  up  to  grasp  them  from  the  wide  and 
restless  sea.  We  look  up  and  about  us  with  awe  and  reverence,  and 
even  the  irrepressible  Baily  for  once  is  hushed. 

Dublin,  where  a  fight  followed  that  on  Cloyd's  mountain,  having  been 


THE    MAPLE    SHADE    INN. 


passed,  we  skirt  the  rough  declivities  of  Peak  Creek  Knob  and  Draper's 
mountain,  with  Little  Walker's  mountain  filling  the  northern  horizon  some 
miles  away.  At  Martin's,  in  a  comfortable  little  basin  among  the  hills,  we 
enter  the  mining  regions  of  south-west  Virginia — a  region  whose  almost 
unlimited  resources  in  this  direction  have  hardly  begun  to  be  developed 
yet.  Close  by  are  the  Bertha  zinc  works,  both  the  mines  and  furnaces 
of  which  are  well  worth  visiting.  Northward  a  branch  railroad,  nine 
miles  long,  leads  to  anthracite  coal  mines  in  Pulaski  county,  while  a 
much  longer  railroad  nearly  completed  goes  southward  along  Cripple 
creek,  in  Wythe  county,  to  a  larger  number  of  mines  and  furnaces,  pro- 
ducing iron,  lead,  zinc,  copper  and  coal.     At  present   the  ores  and  pro- 


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duct  of  these  mines  and  furnaces  (its  pig  is  said  to  have  been  sold  for  the 
highest  price  any  pig  iron  ever  brought  in  the  world)  is  taken  for  ship- 
ment to  several  small  stations  along  this  part  of  the  line,  of  which  the 
chief  is  Wytheville,  the  county  seat. 

No  man  who  is  interested  in  minerals  and  their  reduction  should  fail 
to  stop  and  inspect  this  remarkable  district  ;  and  in  order  that  visitors 
may  do  so  with  comfort,  a  fine  new  hotel,  like  Luray  Inn  and  the  Hotel 
Roanoke,  will  have  been  opened  at  Martin's  before  this  page  gets  into 
type,  called  the  Maple  Shade  Inn.  Following  in  its  architecture  the 
favorite  models  of  the  "  early  English  "  school,  modern  and  luxurious  in 
all  its  appointments,  managed  by  the  most  experienced  northern  hands, 
this  fine  hostelry  will  make  a  halting  place  of  peculiar  attractiveness,  not 
only  to  those  whose  business  or  curiosity  in  mining  matters  leads  them 
to  stop  there,  but  to  the  great  tide  of  pleasure  travel  which  drifts  cease- 
lessly up  and  down  this  favored  region,  and  is  glad  to  pull  up,  where  it 
can  be  sure  of  creature  comforts,  long  enough  to  get  more  than  a  passing 
glimpse  of  the  mountain  scenery.  To  persons  coming  from  the  southern 
lowlands,  to  whom  the  coolness  and  northerly  beauty  of  these  ranges  anr" 
headlong  brooks  are  especially  grateful  and  fascinating,  the  establish- 
ment of  this  hotel  will  be  particularly  opportune. 

Just  beyond  Martin's  is  Max-Meadows,  an  ancient  lake  basin,  where 
the  wide  valley  presents  a  lovely  pastoral  landscape,  in  which  the  furnace 
stack  and  ore-wagon  seem  anomalous. 

"What  are  you  saying,  Prue  ?  That  your  guide-book  hits  it  off 
neatly  ?     Let  us  hear, 

'  And  lend  to  the  rhyme  of  the  poet 
The  beauty  of  thy  voice.'  " 

"  That  is  asking  a  good  deal,  but  here  is  the  description  :" 

Groups  of  cattle  are  scattered  about,  shading  themselves  under  the 
trees  or  nipping  the  succulent  grass.  The  river  here  is  broad  and  clear, 
mirroring  in  its  placid  breast  the  verdure-bordered  banks,  to  whose  sides 
the  railway  confidingly  clings.  Amid  the  gently  sloping  hills,  this  little 
meadow-town  looks  quietly  out  on  the  world  ;  and  the  busy  men,  who 
handle  great  loads  of  iron  and  great  bags  of  shot,  from  the  iron  and  lead 
mines  near,  do  not  seem  to  realize  that  a  sa'ibe  is  taking  note  of  them, 
and  that  posterity  will  read  of  their  enterprise  in  type  of  emulating 
character. 

"  That's  good.  What  is  written  of  Wytheville,  which  you  can't  see 
very  well,  because  it  is  a  mile  or  so  from  the  station  ?  I  never  went  up 
to  the  town,  but  I  know  you  get  a  stunning  good  meal  at  the  station,  in 
the  queer  basement  of  Boyd's  big  brick  hotel,  when  your  train  happens 
to  hit  it  at  the  right  hour."' 

"  Well,  the  book  speaks  twice  of  the  good  fare,  once  of  the  good 
society  and  extols  the  cheapness  and  excellence  of  the  livery,"  says  Prue 
glancing  along  the  page. 

"  That's  a  strong  point,  '  Baily  adds,  "  because  Wytheville  is  a  sum- 
mer resort,  and  one  of  its  great  attractions  is  the  good  fishing  to  be  had 
in  the  neighboring  mountains,  and  the  remarkably   interesting  scenery 


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their  gorges  and  summits  contain.  To  enjoy  both  sport  and  sight-seeing 
one  needs  serviceable  horses  and  vehicles,  and  doesn't  want  to  pay  extor- 
tionately,  so  I  score  one  for  Wytheville  on  that.  Shall  go  there  myself 
next  year.     What  else  Madame  Prue  ?  " 

"  Besides  the  naturally  attractive  features  of  this  place  and  its  sur- 
roundings," she  resumes,  "  it  is  grading  and  paving  its  broad  streets  and 
has  brought  into  the  heart  of  the  town  the  waters  of  a  fine  alum,  sulphur 
and  chalybeate  spring  through  a  system  of  pipes — perhaps  the  only 
improvement  of  the  kind  in  this  country.  On  the  next  page  it  mentions 
that  Sharon  Alum  and  Chalybeate  Springs,  in  Bland  county,  is  only 
eighteen  miles  from  Wytheville,  in  the  midst  of  a  pretty  country  con- 
taining good  shooting  and  fishing.'' 

Stations  pass  rapidly.  Crocketts,  Rural  Retreat — the  highest  point  on 
the  Norfolk  and  Western  Railway — Atkins  and  Marion  are  all  of  more 
importance  to  the  freight  than  the  passenger  department  of  the  railway, 
for  they  are  points  of  shipment  of  ore  and  pig  metal  of  iron  and  copper, 
some  of  which  is  brought  from  North  Carolina. 

The  last  named  is  a  village  of  some  size,  and  contains  a  boys* 
academy  and  a  female  seminary.  The-  middle  fork  of  the  Holston  river 
runs  through  the  town,  and  is  full  of  bass  ;  while  the  mountains  south- 
ward— particularly  White  Top — are  a  paradise  for  fly-fishers  in  search  of 
trout.  Not  far  away  are  the  Chilhowee,  White,  Black  and  Red  Sulphur 
springs,  the  water  of  each  one  of  which  is  famous  for  its  curative 
power  over  scrofula  and  other  ailments. 

Just  below  is  Glade  Spring  depot,  about  which  the  Madame  reads  : 

"  Glade  Springs  is  a  little  village  from  which  the  tourist  can  reach 
many  points  of  interest.  Washington  Springs  nestles  among  the  hills  two 
miles  away.  The  Seven  Springs,  noted  for  the  '  Seven  Springs  iron  and 
alum  mass,'  are  two  miles  out  in  another  direction.  White  Top  mount- 
ain, noted  for  its  bears  and  speckled  trout,  looks  from  a  distance  down  on 
the  village  streets.  From  this  place  a  branch  road,  ten  miles  long,  leads 
out  to  Saltville.  .  .  .  Nature  has  done  a  great  deal  for  the  Old 
Dominion,  but  with  characteristic  energy  these  south-western  Virginians 
have  had  to  '  have  a  hand  in  it,'  They  have  put  churches  in  the  groves, 
mills  on  the  streams,  barns  in  the  valleys,  colleges  on  the  hills.  They 
have  not  always  improved  upon  Nature's  work,  but  in  many  instances  they 
have  not  marred  it.  Here,  two  miles  from  Glade  Springs,  is  a  pretty 
valley  with  a  high  hill  in  the  centre,  and  on  the  top  of  this,  as  if  to  pro- 
claim to  the  world  the  appropriateness  of  its  motto  : 

'  Mens  Sana,  in  corpore  sano,' 
Emory  and  Henry  College  is  built." 

"  Strikes  me  they  might  have  found  space  for  something  more  about 
Saltville,"  Baily  growled. 

"  Do  you  know  anything  about  it?"  I  asked. 

"  Quantities  of  facts,"  he  declared,  opening  the  red  book.  "  Saltville 
is  the  centre  of  a  natural  basin  or  valley,  which  is  one  of  the  loveliest 
spots  in  Virginia,  and  that  is  about  equal  to  saying,  '  in  the  world.'  In  the 
centre   are    springs  of  saline  water   and   gypsum  mines,  and  here  are 


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extensive  salt-making  works.  It  was  upon  these  works  that  the  Confed- 
erates depended  almost  wholly  for  salt  during  the  war,  and  from  the  very- 
start  the  Union  generals  schemed  to  destroy  them;  but  they  were  too  far 
within  Secessia  and  too  well  guarded.  In  the  spring  of  1864,  however, 
the  Federal  department  of  West  Virginia  sent  a  strong  cavalry  expedition 
to  work  all  the  ruin  it  could  along  this  railway,  and  while  Crook  was 
to  operate  at  New  River,  as  we  have  already  learned,  to  Averill  was 
assigned  the  attempt  against  Saltville.  But  when  Averill  got  into  Tazewell 
county — and  a  sweet  time  he  must  have  had  of  it  among  those  compli- 
cated ridges! — he  heard  that  the  defences  at  Saltville  were  too  strong  for 
him  to  attack  as  he  had  no  artillery,  so  he  turned  against  the  bullet-mak- 
ing lead  works  at  Wytheville;  but  General  John  Morgan  moved  his  troops 
and  guns  at  once  from  Saltville  to  Wytheville,  and  fought  a  battle  which 
Averill  got  so  sick  of,  that  during  the  ensuing  night  he  decamped  east- 
ward, and  contented  himself  with  wrecking  the  railway  and  shops  near 
Christiansburg.  Morgan's  men  went  on  by  train  to  Dublin,  but  were  too 
late  to  do  more  than  cover  the  retreat  of  their  comrades  who  had  been 
beaten  b)''  Crook  at  Cloyd's  mountain  and  Newbern." 

Abingdon,  which  the  brakeman  called  about  the  time  Baily  shut  up 
his  book,  revived  in  my  mind  the  story  of  Daniel  Boone,  whose  trail  to 
Kentucky  ran  this  way;  then  Prue  said  she  had  a  friend  who  went  to 
school  here,  and  so  knew  that  the  pleasant  town  had  several  girl's  board- 
ing schools,  of  high  repute  in  the  far  South,  whence  parents  are  wisely 
fond  of  sending  their  children  into  these  healthful  highlands  to  pass  their 
school  days.  Emory  College  is  near  enough  to  be  convenient  for  flirtation 
purposes,  and  the  pretty  maidens  in  their  walks  abroad  can  usually  get  a 
glimpse  of  stalwart  sophomores,  or  even  capture,  now  and  then,  the 
matured  heart  of  a  grave  and  reverend  senior.  Abingdon  is  a  flourish- 
ing place  of  a  couple  of  thousand  people,  beautifully  situated,  and  sur- 
rounded by  rich  magnetic  ores  of  iron,  and  by  valuable  beds  of  variegated 
marble. 

A  few  moments  more  and  we  are  at  Bristol,  the  terminus  of  the 
great  Norfolk  &  Western  Railway,  and  on  the  boundary  of  the  Old 
Dominion,  for  half  the  town  is  in  Tennessee  and  half  in  Virginia. 

"  Bristol,"  reads  the  Madame  from  the  last  page  of  her  guide-book, 
"  is  the  point  of  junction  with  the  new  railroad  to  be  built  through 
Scott  county  to  Cumberland  gap,  in  the  direction  of  Kentucky — the 
centre  of  another  district  which  must  become  noted  as  a  mining  and  man- 
ufacturing section.  Scott  county  has  thick  beds  of  the  finest  Tennessee 
marble,  iron  ores  and  coal.  Lee  county,  a  short  distance  further,  has 
extensive  deposits  of  the  famous  red  hematite  iron  ore;  and  when  all 
these  ores  are  brought  by  the  new  railroad  into  communication,  at  Bris- 
tol, with  the  magnetic  and  the  brown  iron  ores  of  Washington  and  John- 
son counties,  great  furnaces  for  their  reduction  must  be  built  at  Bristol. 
Bristol  has  already  given  evidence  of  decided  improvement  and  exten- 
sion, and  is  destined  to  be  one  of  the  most  prosperous  and  distinguished 
of  inland  towns." 

We  are  hurrying  to  a  delight  ahead,  and  do  not  stop  at  Bris- 
tol,    This  trip   is  not   in  search   of  commercial  gain,    but   mental   re- 


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laxation  in  the  enjoyment   of   the   beautiful    and  the  ennobling  in    na- 
ture:— 

"  Absence  of  occupation  is  not  rest; 
A  mind  quite  vacant  is  a  mind  distressed." 

So  we  ran  straight  on  to  Johnson   City,  Tennessee,  and  put  up  for 
the  night  in  a  hotel,  which,  if  not  gorgeous,  was  at  least  comfortable. 


XVI. 

ROAN  MOUNTAIN    AND   THE    CANONS    OF 
DOE  RIVER. 

A    Narrow  Gauge    Side-trip. — The    Cranberry     Iron    Mines. — Elizabethtown. — Ap- 
proaching the  Canon. — Fierce  Torrents,  Lofty    Headlands  and    Flower-hung 
Precipices. — The  Road  to  Roan  Mountain. — Peculiarities  of  the  Forest. — 
''  Cloudland." — Above  a  Thunderstorm. — The  Hotel  on  the  Peak. — 
Exploration,  Sport,  Science  and  Love-making. 

Our  halt  at  Johnson  City  was  to  be  prepared  to  spend  the  next  few 
days  in  "  Cloudland,'  — a  region  justly  so-called,  since  it  lies  six  thousand 
feet  above  the  level  of  sea,  supported  upon  the  Atlas  shoulders  of 
Roan  mountain.  It  is  reached  by  the  East  Tennessee  &  North  Carolina 
Railway  (narrow  gauge),  which  unites  with  the  main  line  at  this  junction, 
and  is  carried  along  the  gorge  of  Doe  river.  Its  trains  are  conveniently 
arranged  both  for  those  who  wish  simply  to  see  the  gorge  at  a  cost  of  no 
more  than  half  a  day's  time,  and  for  the  happy  others  who  may  climb 
Roan  mountain.  For  a  tourist  to  miss  this  trip,  I  assured  my  party, 
would  be  one  of  the  greatest  errors  conceivable. 

The  former  (short-trip)  class  of  travelers  can  go  up  as  far  as  Cran- 
berry station  in  the  morning,  get  dinner,  and  a  ramble  at  the  fine  hotel 
maintained  there  by  the  iron  mining  company,  and  return  in  the  after- 
noon to  Johnson  City  in  time  for  the  evening  trains  east  and  west. 

Besides  the  scenery  of  the  canon  they  can  visit  the  mines  at  Cran- 
berry, where,  by  means  of  level  tunnels  piercing  the  hillside,  is  obtained 
a  bluish,  magnetic  ore  of  iron  of  peculiar  purity  and  unequaled  in  the 
United  States,  Baily  assures  me,  for  the  making  of  Bessemer  steel.  The 
mining  operations,  only  recently  begun,  are  steadily  enlarging,  and  pig  is 
made  on  the  spot  by  the  charcoal  process,  wood  being  cheap  and  plenti- 
ful in  the  neighborhood. 

The  chief  interest  of  the  Doe  River  trip,  however,  lies  in  the  passage 
through  the  canon,  which  recalls  to  me  more  nearly  the  appearance  of 
Grape  creek,  near  Canon  City,  Colorado,  than  any  other  gorge  I  know. 

The  Doe  river  is  a  stream  as  broad  as  a  village  street,  which  rises 
high  up  in  the  Roan  Mountain  range,  and  empties  into  the  Wautauga. 
Though  its  later  progress  is  quiet  and  dignified,  as  befits  the  serene  ending 
of  a  busy  youth,  all  its  early  career  is  a  headlong  race  through  the  wil- 
derness, audits  history  is  that  of  one  "  who  overcometh." 

On  leaving  Johnson  City  the  first  ten  miles  of  the  journey  thither 


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carries  one  through  a  rich  farming  region,  affording  a  most  excellent 
sample  of  the  rural  appearances,  population  and  picturesqueness  of 'old 
East  Tennessee.  On  the  south  towers  a  double  mountain — a  spur  of  the 
Unaka  range,  one  part  of  which  is  locally  called  Brier  mountain,  while 
the  further  crest  is  named  Buffalo,  because  of  the  "hump upon  his  back." 
Ten  miles  from  Johnson  City  is  Elizabethtown,  the  county  seat  of 
Carter,  or  Keeyarter,  as  a  northern  ear  will  interpret  the  gliding  pro- 
nunciation inherited  by  these  people  from  their  Scotch-Irish  ancestors. 
It  is  a  pleasant  village  in  the  centre  of  a  plain  filled  with  fertile  fields  and 
surrounded  by  shapely  and  richly-tinted  hills  ;  and  the  copper  cupola  of 


ON    DOK    RIVER. 


its   court  house    stands    like  an  accent-mark  above  the  brown  roofs,  to 
emphasize  it  in  our  recollections. 

Only  a  little  way  farther  on  the  close-crowded  foothills,  standing 
like  outer  works  of  a  grand  fortress,  rise  compact  and  precipitous, 
and  out  of  them  gushes  the  noisy  and  vehement  river.  The  track  seeks 
its  margin,  where  it  is  laid  along  scarps  carved  from  the  solid  mountain- 
side, or  upon  a  bed  of  broken  stone  thrown  down  at  the  edge  of  the 
stream.  The  river  comes  tumbling  towards  us  with  madder  haste  and 
whiter  foaming  the  farther  we  ascend,  for  its  path  grows  more  steep, 
tortuous  and  obstructed,  until  it  can  only  be  described  as  one  long  rock- 


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tormented  cataract — white  and  yeasty  where  it  struggles  fiercely  in  the 
rough  or  narrow  places  ;  glassy  where  in  even  flood  it  curves  smoothly 
over  some  ledge  or  bowlder  ;  rich  luminous  green  in  shadowy  pools, 
whence  bubbles  rise  like  buoyant  diamonds  to  disappear  in  twinkling 
sparkles  of  colored  light.  Plants  creep  down  as  near  to  the  rocky 
channel  as  they  can,  fearless  of  the  floods  ;  and  shrubs  that  miraculously 
have  taken  root  hold  sturdily  to  their  place  beside  the  water,  cooled  by 
its  flying  spray.  Above  all,  on  each  side,  rise  the  rugged,  sliding, 
eagle-haunted,  thickly  wooded  steeps,  to  their  pinnacle-studded  crests 
poised  a  quarter  of  a  mile  in  air — 

-'  A  wild  and  broken  landscape,  spiked  with  firs." 

Yet  this  is  only  the  beginning  of  the  gorges.  While  we  are  sweep- 
ing round  its  sudden  curves,  threading  brief  tunnels,  or  skirting  bold 
headlands  from  one  cut  de  sac  to  another,  our  attention  engrossed  by  the 
river  and  the  grandeur  of  the  primeval  hills,  we  suddenly  find  the 
wooded  gorge  become  a  rocky  chasm,  and  that,  with  one  foot  in  the 
boiling  torrent,  our  venturesome  train  is  pushing  between  vast  walls  of 
massive  granite  and  gneiss  that  rise  hundreds  of  feet  straight  over- 
head— sheer  as  a  plummet's  fall  and  so  lofty  that  the  great  spruces 
perched  dizzily  upon  their  verge  seem  the  merest  shrubs.  These  cliffs 
do  not  stand  flat  and  unbroken  like  an  artificial  wall,  however,  but  have 
been  worn  into  a  series  of  mighty  headlands  which  we  review  at  various 
angles,  now  near,  now  remote — gazing  ahead  at  the  towering  height 
which  we  tremble  to  approach,  straining  our  necks  in  vain  endeavor  to 
scan  its  top  while  we  are  close  underneath,  looking  back  at  it  in  surprised 
delight  as  it  poses  in  splendid  dignity  behind  our  departing  train,  or 
salutes  its  royal  brother  across  the  gorge. 

Prue  and  I  have  seen  far  taller  cliifs,  and  a  hundred  miles  of  them 
where  here  is  only  one.  We  have  run  for  half  a  day  amid  the  ringing 
terrors  of  the  Royal  Gorge  and  the  Black  Canon,  with  walls  so  near  we 
could  almost  touch  them,  and  half  a  mile  in  altitude.  The  face  of  none 
of  these  Doe  River  cliffs,  perhaps,  is  more  than  six  or  eight  hundred 
feet  in  vertical  height,  capped  here  and  there  by  a  spire  or  pinnacle,  and 
they  form,  as  I  have  said,  a  series  of  prominences,  rather  than  a  con- 
tinuous wall  ;  but  we  decided  that  there  was  more  of  charm  for  the  eye 
and  satisfaction  to  the  heart  here  than  among  the  greater  glories  of  the 
Rockies.  The  comparison,  nevertheless,  is  not  quite  fair,  though  it  is 
sure  to  be  made  by  all  travelers  who  have  seen  both;  for  in  place  of 
the  purity  of  the  air  and  the  nakedness  which  magnify  the  impression  of 
vast  size  and  distance  in  the  far  West,  we  have  here  a  soft  atmosphere, 
yellow  light,  and  the  mantling  beauty  of  diverse  vegetation  which  belong 
to  the  southern  climate. 

The  arrangement  of  the  rocks  and  their  varying  hues,  painted  by 
the  weather,  contribute  greatly  to  the  fine  effect,  too.  The  strata  are  not 
horizontal,  making  every  line  either  level  or  upright,  but  they  slope  steeply 
down  stream,  and  the  shape  of  every  hill-top,  headland,  river-fall  and 
horizon  line,  conforms  to   this  pleasing  angle.     The  whole  world  here- 


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abouts,  as  Prue  puts  it,  is  "cut  bias."  Athwart  the  fronts  of  these 
gigantic  cliffs  run  bands  of  vari-tinted  strata,  separated  by  black  lines  and 
great  protruding  ledges,  which  carry  slanting  ranks  of  trees,  one  above 
the  other,  their  backs  set  close  against  the  cliff,  their  branches  all  reach- 
ing fearlessly  forward  over  the  abyss.  Everywhere  upon  the  lesser 
ledges,  and  upon  all  the  jutting  points  and  pediments,  and  everywhere 
preserving  and  emphasizing  the  graceful  inclination  of  the  rock-layers, 
are  rooted  flowers,  ferns,  chevrons  of  emerald  grass,  bristling  evergreens 
and  gnarled  dwarfs  of  other  trees,  from  the  foam-splashed  foundation  to 
the  towers  that  challenge  the  thunderbolt  and  catch  the  first  flush  of  dawn. 
The  cliffs,  then,  are  grand,  not  only,  because  of  their  height,  massive 
breadth  and  unswaying  solidity  as  they  lean  over  the  chasm,  but  also  are 
rich  in  beauty. 

Such,  feebly  rendered,  was  the  impression  this  wonderful  gateway 
through  the  mountains  made  upon  us.  Some  day  a  greater  leisure  will 
let  painter  and  poet  study  it,  and  then,  I  hope,  a  far  better  hand  than 
mine  may  portray  it  for  you  as  it  should  be  done.  Why,  my  dear  reader, 
do  you  not  go  there  and  try  to  do  so  yourself  ? 

At  Roan  Mountain  station  comfortable  hacks  are  in  waiting  to  carry 
the  traveler  to  the  summit,  a  dozen  miles  distant.  The  road  is  a  good 
one — not,  of  course,  a  macadamized  boulevard,  but  much  better  than  one 
could  expect ;  and  it  runs  almost  uninterruptedly  through  the  dense  forest, 
clothing  the  foothills.  The  botanist  observes  changes  as  the  grade  rises; 
plants  of  the  lowlands  disappearing  one  by  one,  and  varieties  of  trees 
and  foliage  presenting  themselves  which  only  belong  to  high  levels.  At 
last  almost  nothing  in  the  shape  of  trees,  except  the  balsam  fir,  can  be 
seen,  denoting  that  the  summit  is  near  ;  and  when  the  top  is  finally 
attained  you  find  it  altogether  bare  of  wood.  The  unshod  pate  of  the 
mountain,  nevertheless,  is  carpeted  by  a  turf  of  luxurious  grass,  varie- 
gated in  summer  with  innumerable  alpine  blossoms  small  in  size,  and 
sitting  close  to  the  ground,  but  lovely  beyond  their  more  rank  and 
showy  sisters  of  the  lowlands. 

The  few  acres  of  open  land  on  the  apex  of  this  huge  elevation  (its 
neighbor.  Mount  Mitchell,  is  the  loftiest  point  east  of  the  Mississippi)  is  far 
above  the  range  of  ordinary  storm-clouds,  so  that  the  novel  spectacle  of 
thunder,  lightning  and  rain  a  thousand  feet  below  you  may  often  be  wit- 
nessed. It  is  called  "  Cloudland,"  and  furnishes  the  site  of  a  hotel,  made 
of  logs,  where  sixty  or  seventy  guests  can  be  accommodated  in  great 
comfort,  and  even  a  hundred  have  been  stowed  away.  "It  is  never 
warm  up  here,  and  people  are  willing  to  sleep  close  together,"  it  was 
explained  to  us.  Plain,  but  wholesome  and  satisfactory,  fare  is  furnished, 
and  the  charge  at  present  is  only  two  dollars  a  day. 

Though  here  the  poet's  wish  for  "a  lodge  in  some  vast  wilderness" 
would  seem  to  be  realized,  since  there  is  no  sign  of  humanity  beyond  the 
hotel  clearing,  ample  opportunities  for  amusement  and  pastime  exist. 
The  loquacious  landlord  will  tell  you  of  many  a  point  of  lookout  to  be 
visited,  one  after  another,  each  spreading  beneath  you  a  new  landscape 


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"  wide,  wild  and  open  to  the  air,"  yet  made  up  of  the  same  glorious  ele- 
ments that  constitute  the  others.  There  are  caverns  to  explore  ;  bee- 
trees  to  search  out ;  glens  to  lunch  and  dream  in,  lying  beside  babbling 
brooks  upon  springy  cushions  of  fern  and  moss  ;  crags  to  climb,  and 
precipices  to  try  the  nerves  of  the  most  dauntless  ;  while  every  stream 
that  gathers  headway  down  the  mountain  is  haunted  by  trout,  and  each 
grove  tempts  the  sportsman  with  certainty  of  small  game  and  the  allur- 
ing chance  of  a  deer  or  bear  or  wildcat.  As  for  flirtations — given  the 
girl  of  your  heart,  and  the  whole  world  has  not  a  more  inspiring  spot ! 
while  the  sober  minded  scientist,  turning  his  back  on  such  immaterial 
frivolities  as  games  on  a  hotel  lawn  or  love-making  excursions  to  crags 
and  crannies,  can  find  here  a  Labrador  brought  south  for  his  study,  since 
the  great  altitude  of  this  peak  makes  its  climatic  conditions,  and  conse- 
quently its  fauna  and  flora,  almost  arctic.  For  old  and  young,  grave 
and  gay,  therefore,  "  Cloudland  "  furnishes  peculiarities  of  occupation 
and  novelty  in  entertainment,  such  as  is  combined  no  where  else  that  I 
know  of  in  this  country. 


XVII. 
THROUGH  EAST  TENNESSEE. 

The    Great    Appalachian  Valley. — Early   Settlement   of  Tennessee. — The    Home  of 

Andrew  Johnson. — Rogersville,  Morristown  and   the  Marble  Quarries. — The 

French  Broad.— Asheville and  the  Highest  Mountains. — Warm  Springs. — 

The     Holston    River. — Knoxville. — Rich     Landscapes. — En 

Route  to  Chattanooga. — Athens  and  Cleveland. — 

A   Railway   Centre. — Chattanooga  and  • 

Its  Wonderful  Progress. 

The  space  and  purposes  of  this  little  book  will  permit  only  a  hasty 
review  of  what  we  saw  and  did  on  our  way  through  Tennessee  and  the 
states  farther  South.  So  hasty,  in  fact,  that  I  think  it  will  be  best  to  bid 
farewell  to  the  gentle  Prue  and  the  gay  Baily, 

"  'Tis  better  to  have  loved  and  lost 
Than  never  to  have  loved  at  all  ; " 

and  to  speak  hereafter  in  general  terms  of  what  the  continuance  of  this 
excursion,  and  subsequent  winter  travels,  taught  me  to  regard  as  the  most 
interesting  routes  of  travel  to  and  through  the  Gulf  States  of  the  Union. 

The  East  Tennessee,  Virginia  and  Georgia  Railroad,  whose  eastern 
terminus  is  at  Bristol,  is  a  legitimate  part  of  the  railway  system  we  have 
been  pursuing,  since  it  follows  that  continuation  of  the  Great  Appalachian 
Valley  which  lies  between  the  highlands  of  western  North  Carolina  and 
the  Cumberland  mountains,  and  forms  East  Tennessee.  It  is  a  continu- 
ous avenue  between  the  mountain  ranges  and  almost  a  direct  line  of  rail- 
way from  Harrisburg,  Pennsylvania,  to  Chattanooga,  Tennessee. 

East  Tenessee  presents  many  points  of  interest  to  the  farmer,  the 
lover  of  out-door  pictures,  and  the  student  of  human  nature.  At  Jones- 
boro,  just  beyond  Johnson  City,  was  the  first  settlement  in  the  state;  a 
company  of  Scotch-Irish  immigrants  to  North  Carolina  having  struggled 


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through  the  mountains  and  driven  their  stakes  in  that  locality,  where  they 
were  soon  joined  by  pioneers  of  German  descent  from  Virginia.  Won- 
derful views  of  the  mighty  mountains  which  form  the  source  of  so  many 
great  radiating  rivers  are  caught  southward  across  a  rich  and  thickly  occu- 
pied region,  as  we  push  on  toward  Greenville,  the  most  important 
town,  at  the  eastern  end  of  the  state.  To  Tennesseeans  its  history  is 
linked  with  many  memorable  names  and  events;  but  to  the  world  gener- 
ally this'pretty  town  is  noteworthy  chiefly  as  the  home  of  Andrew  Johnson, 
whose  house  is  out  of  sight,  but  whose  monument  is  conspicuous  upon  a 


ALONG  THR    UPPER    FRENCH    BROAD. 

hill-top  east  of  the  village  and  close  to  the  track.  At  Rogersville  Junc- 
tion is  a  station  eating-house — there  is  one  also  at  Jonesborough  which  I 
forgot  to  mention  in  passing;  and  both  can  be  most  heartily  recommended. 
The  branch  road  which  comes  in  here  is  from  Rogersville,  an  agricultura'l 
and  academical  centre  some  fifteen  miles  to  the  north,  in  the  midst  of 
quarries  of  the  celebrated  "Tennessee"  fossiliferous  marble,  whose 
mottled-brown  color  makes  it  so  handsome  and  valuable.  At  several 
stations  between  here  and  Morristown,  the  freight  platforms  are  heaped 
with  blocks  of  this  marble,  which  occurs  widely  throughout  Hawkins 
county. 


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Morristown  has  two  thousand  inhabitants,  and  promises  to  become  a 
place  of  great  importance.  Here  branches  the  railway  into  North  Caro- 
lina, which,  crossing  to  the  French  Broad  at  the  mouth  of  the  Nolichucky, 
follows  the  former  stream  up  into  the  heart  of  the  mountains  that  rear 
their  magnificent  forms  against  the  southern  horizon.  Let  us  diverge 
upon  it  for  a  moment. 

Perhaps  no  river  in  the  country  is  invested  with  more  romance,  and 
is  more  highly  worthy  of  its  reputation  for  beauty,  than  the  French 
Broad.  Born  in  the  Swannanoa  gap.  its  childish  cascades  leap  and  prat- 
tle through  fragrant  thickets  of  rhododendron  and  azalea,  whence  it  rushes 
with  fast-gained  strength  for  miles  and  miles  among  the  loftiest  mountains 
on  the  Atlantic  slope.  Many  a  talented  pen  (especially  Christian  Reid  s) 
has  helped  make  famous  this  glorious  region  ;  and  it  is  hardly  necessary 
for  me,  at  this  late  day,  to  more  than  mention  the  names  Asheville  and 
Warm  Springs,  to  fully  remind  all  travelers  of  the  comforts  that  await 
them  at  the  several  centers  of  traffic  and  repose. 

Asheville  (reached  by  the  Western  North  Carolina  Railway,  con- 
necting with  the  Morristown  Branch  of  the  East  Tennessee,  Virginia  and 
Georgia),  is  the  place  from  which  most  excursion  parties  take  their  depart- 
ure for  the  exploration  of  the  mountain  region.  Within  a  distance  practi- 
cable to  walkers,  or  suitable  to  a  morning's  drive  or  ride  upon  horseback, 
are  a  long  list  of  eminences,  each  with  its  special  adventures  and  view. 

Varying  this,  charming  nooks  and  fishing  resorts  occur  along  the 
river ;  alpine  glens  and  ferneries  ;  and  winding  country  roads,  where  the 
queerest  people  and  the  most  primitive  home-life  may  be  studied.  From 
the  greater  heights,  like  Pisgah,  which  are  the  object  of  more  extended, 
yet  easy  excursions,  you  may  count  scores  of  peaks  exceeding  six 
thousand  feet  in  height,  and  countless  more  approaching  it.  The  ascent 
of  some  of  these  is  an  easy  matter ;  to  climb  others  becomes  a  teat 
worthy  of  the  Alpine  Club,  and  one  which  stimulates  many  a  laggard 
ambition  to  unwonted  effort  and  proud  success.  Branches  of  the  West- 
ern North  Carolina  Railway,  as  well  as  carriage  roads  and  bridle  paths, 
give  access  to  most  of  the  prominent  peaks,  including  Mitchell,  the 
captain  of  them  all. 

"  Within  a  day's  journey  on  horseback,  are  some  of  the  finest  fishing 
streams  in  these  mountains — Doe  river  and  its  branches  in  the  Black 
mountains,  the  east  fork  of  Pigeon  river,  and  still  further  on,  the  beauti- 
ful Oconeelufty  and  Johnson's  creek,  the  very  paradise  of  trout  fishers. 
Ready  means  may  be  had  here  also  for  longer  trips,  if  desired  ;  as,  for 
instance,  through  Heywood  and  Jackson  counties  to  Franklin,  in  Macon 
county,  the  Nantahala  valley,  and  the  country  of  the  Cherokees,  a  band 
of  whom  still  remain  in  their  old  haunts,  though  the  mass  of  their 
brethren  is  beyond  the  Mississippi.  The  remote  parts  of  the  mount- 
ains .  .  .  abound  in  game — pheasants,  turkeys,  deer,  wild-cats, 
even  bears  and  wolves.  A  party  of  four,  with  a  tent,  a  pack-horse,  and 
a  servant,  at  a  moderate  expense,  and  with  great  comfort  and  satisfaction, 
might  spend  a  week  or  two   in   such  excursions,  enjoy  fine  sport,  see 


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scenery  of  exceeding  interest  and  beauty,  enjoy  the  delicious  air  of  these 
mountains,  and  gain  the  health  and  energy  lost  in  the  toilsome  pursuits 
of  every-day  occupations  and  harassments.  The  mountaineers  are  kind- 
hearted  and  hospitable,  and  the  country,  save  in  remote  places,  is  suf- 
ficiently settled  up  to  afford  all  necessary  supplies  which  the  gun  and 
rod  could  not  furnish." 

Of  main  interest  to  my  readers,  however,  will  be  the  information 
that  the  long  celebrated  Warm  Springs  hotel,  which  stood  in  a  beautiful 
meadow-glade,  some  fifty  miles  down  the  French  Broad  from  Asheville,  at 
the  southern  base  of  the  Great  Smoky,  or  Unaka  mountains,  and  which 
was  burned  during  the  winter  of  1884-5,  is  about  to  be  rebuilt  in  such 
a  way  that  it  can  accommodate  better  than  ever  the  hosts  of  visitors 
who  find  its  surroundings  as  near  an  elysium  as  can  reasonably  be 
expected  in  this  world.  Prue  agrees  with  me,  and  adds  that  I  must  be 
sure  to  tell  you  to  re-read  "  The  Land  of  the  Sky,"  before  you  go  thither. 

While  there  is  everything  to  interest  in  the  far  away  landscapes  un- 
rolled before  the  traveler's  eye  between  Morristown  and  Knoxville,  he 
sees  that  the  district  through  which  the  railway  runs  is  less  populous  and 
of  poorer  quality,  as  farming  or  timber  land,  than  that  between  Morristown 
and  Bristol.  The  general  grade  is  a  descending  one,  Bristol  being  1,678 
feet  above  the  sea;  Greenville,  1,581;  Morristown  1,283;  and  Knoxville 
900 — a  decrease  which  continues  in  about  the  same  ratio  to  Chattanooga. 
The  quality  of  the  land  is  recovered  when  we  reach  the  valley  of  the 
Holston,  a  broad  dignified  stream,  pouring  steadily  on  to  join  the  French 
Broad,  a  few  miiles  below,  and  form  the  Tennessee.  Zinc,  iron  and  a 
beautiful  pink-veined  marble  occur  in  the  ridges  of  this  district,  where 
there  are  broad  corn  fields  in  the  bottoms  and  rich  pastures  "upon  a 
thousand  hills."  Along  this  water  course,  which  forms  a  straight  avenue 
up  and  down  the  great  valley,  ran  the  "  Cherokee  trail "  or  Indian  high- 
road; and  almost  where  the  track  now  passes,  journeys  of  peace  and 
trading,  and  expeditions  of  war  and  rapine  were  conducted  by  the  red 
men,  who  have  left  only  their  musical  names  and  crumbling  earthworks 
as  monuments  of  their  former  dominion. 

Knoxville  is  the  chief  town  of  East  Tennessee  and  one  of  growing 
wealth  and  importance.  From  a  village  of  five  or  six  thousand  people 
at  the  end  of  the  civilwar,  she  has  grown  to  a  city  of  nearly  twenty-five 
thousand,  and  a  head-quarters  of  unusual  enterprise.  Here  are  the 
superintending  offices  of  the  great  railway  system  we  have  been  follow- 
ing, whose  ramifications  extend  to  Florida,  Louisiana,  and  the  western 
end  of  Tennessee.  Here,  too,  comes  in  the  Ohio  division  formed  by  the 
roads  from  Louisville  and  Cincinnati,  which  converge  at  Jellico,  on  the 
Kentucky  state-line,  and  constitute  what  is  called  the  "Jellico  Route" 
between  the  South  and  the  North-west.  This  road  crosses  the  jumbled 
ridges  and  remote,  sequestered  valleys  of  the  Cumberland  mountains, 
through  the  gaps  made  by  the  Clinch  river.  Cove  creek,  and  the  charm- 
ing Elk  valley.     It  is  a  wild,  almost  unknown  region,  and  one  of  those 


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by-ways  which  we  like  now  and  then  to  seek  out  and  enjoy  alone.  South- 
ward from  Knoxville  a  road,  projected  to  penetrate  eastern  Georgia,  has 
progressed  some  sixteen  miles  toward  Chilhowee  mountain.  Here,  also, 
is  practically  the  head  of  navigation  on  the  river  for  steamboats,  to  load 
which,  fiatboats  and  rafts  bring  cargoes  from  forests,  farms  and  quarries 
far  above. 

These  varied  means  of  transportation  have  caused  to  be  placed  at 
Knoxville  extensive  iron  works,  car  factories  and  machine  shops  of  var- 
ious kinds,  which  employ  a  large  number  of  skilled  mechanics.  The 
population  of  the  city  is  about  half  of  northern  or  of  foreign  birth,  and 
an  air  of  activity  and  modern  progressiveness  animates  the  whole  com- 
munity. Woolen  mills  are  already  in  openration,  and  a  large  cotton  mill 
and  woolen  mill  combined  is  under  erection.  Dozens  of  minor  enter- 
prises of  the  same  character  might  be  enumerated.  As  a  trading  town 
Knoxville  has  a  peculiar  prominence  considering  its  size  and  situation. 
One  firm  alone  of  general  merchants  is  said  to  do  a  business  amounting 
to  nearly  two  millions  of  dollars  annually.  A  dozen  houses  exist  in  the 
city  whose  trade  is  wholly  that  of  supplying  country  merchants  with  goods 
at  wholesale,  and  they  are  enabled  to  stand  between  the  retailer  and 
eastern  houses.  Retail  shops  are  numerous  and  well-filled,  and  agencies 
of  every  kind  flourish.  Gay  street,  the  main  business  thoroughfare,  is 
one  of  the  most  evenly  and  imposingly  built-up  avenues  I  know  of  in  the 
country;  a  street  of  which  the  city  has  just  right  to  be  proud  as  typifying 
the  completeness  and  solidity  of  its  growth.  To  the  man  interested 
in  the  material  progress  of  this  region,  Knoxville  is  most  instructive. 

The  city  is  an  extremely  pleasant  one,  too.  Its  climate  is  charming, 
especially  in  winter,  and  its  soil  and  situation  most  favorable  for  pro- 
ducing fine  effects  in  architecture  and  gardening.  On  bold  bluffs  that 
steeply  overlook  the  Tennessee  river — a  stream  of  inspiring  stateliness 
and  beauty,  bringing  with  it  the  message  of  a  hundred  fountain-pregnant 
hills,  and  carrying  the  imagination  fondly  onward  to  its  eternity  in  the 
space  of  the  undying  sea — are  set,  not  too  densely,  the  homes  of  the 
wealthy  people  of  the  town  :  homes  replete  with  comfort  and  high  cul- 
ture. On  a  higher  hill,  remote  from  the  thick  of  the  town,  and  com- 
manding a  long  extent  of  river  and  river  cliffs,  stands  the  University  of 
Tennessee,  which  has  a  most  elevating  influence  on  the  city.  Just  back  of 
it  is  another  hill  upon  Avhich  the  town  is  slowly  encroaching,  where  stood 
the  heavy  earthworks  of  Fort  Saunders.  Here,  in  1864,  occurred  a 
bloody  battle,  in  the  storming  of  the  hill  and  the  fort  by  Longstreet's 
army,  which  found  the  defences  too  strong,  and  were  compelled  to  retreat 
with  great  loss.  Knoxville  was  for  a  long  time  the  head-quarters  of  the 
Federal  army  in  East  Tennessee,  and  many  of  its  citizens  (as  also  the 
great  proportion  of  the  mountain  people)  remained  loyal  to  the  Union 
from  first  to  last. 

Looking  northward  from  Fort  Saunders,  a  large  area  of  crowded 
town  is  seen  lying  out  in  the  sunshine  on  the  plain  and  knolls  a  mile  or 
so  back  from  the  river.     This  is  the  newer  part  of  the  city,  where  it  has 


Ill 

outgrown  the  old  limits  and  has  not  had  time  to  spread  the  shade  trees 
and  cultivate  the  graces  of  the  older  portion.  Many  fine  streets  may 
be  found  over  there,  however,  and  a  western  briskness  characterises  the 
appearance  of  things. 

Seen  from  some  high  point  like  the  garden  of  Mr*  Dickinson's 
"  Island  "  farm  (which  is  a  marvel  of  scientific  agriculture,  horticulture 
and  stock-raising  in  the  South,  and  should  be  neglected  by  no  visitor), 
the  country  about  Knoxville  is,  perhaps,  as  beautiful  as  can  anywhere  be 
found  in  the  United  States.  A  broad  river  with  rocky  bluffs  and  tree- 
grown  margin;  highly  cultivated  areas,  dotted  with  copses  and  isolated 
trees  of  countless  species;  patches  of  dark  woodland,  rising  and  falling 
with  the  irregular  undulations  of  the  rugged  surface;  and  lastly  the  lofty 
and  sublimely  proportioned  mountains  which  form  so  glorious  a  back- 
ground;— all  these  surely  might  be  pleasant,  yet  not  fulfill  the  claim  I 
have  made.  But  here  they  are  so  gracefully  disposed  and  related  to  one 
another,  so  rich  in  color,  and  "  broad  "  in  their  arrangement  and  effect, 
that  if  one  feature  were  omitted  all  the  rest  would  be  greatly  impaired. 
But,  to  crown  all,  there  is  constantly  in  the  atmosphere  a  moisture  or 
some  sort  of  softening  quality  which  etherealizes,  rounds  off  and  makes 
gentle,  soft  and  delicate,  every  object  of  the  landscape  it  touches,  until 
you  never  weary  of  Nature's  face  or  cease  to  be  soothed  and  fascinated 
by  her  loveliness. 

Westward  of  Knoxville  the  country  gradually  becomes  more  open 
and  level,  though  the  many  heights  of  the  complicated  Unaka  or  Great 
Smoky  range  still  tower  blue  and  very  mountain-like  in  the  south-east, 
while  the  north-western  sky  rests  upon  the  wooded  ramparts  of  Walden's 
ridge — an  extension  of  the  Cumberland  mountain,  which  reaches  diagon- 
ally across  the  whole  state.  At  Loudon,  twenty-eight  miles  below  Knox- 
ville, the  "Tanisee  "  is  crossed  upon  an  iron  bridge  eighteen  hundred 
feet  in  length,  giving  a  lovely  view  from  its  height.  Henceforth  the 
river  is  always  west  of  the  track.  A  short  distance  above  the  bridge 
the  Little  Tennessee  enters  from  the  south.  A  small  steamer  plies 
from  Loudon  to  Kingston,  a  farming  town  at  the  mouth  of  the  Clinch. 
Great  quantities  of  grain,  brought  by  river  steamers,  are  shipped  upon 
the  cars  at  Loudon  and  Kingston.  Sweetwater,  Mouse  creek,  Athens, 
and  Riceville  are  stations  of  similar  character,  deriving  their  business 
from  the  farming  region  surrounding  them.  Athens  has  a  newspaper, 
which  has  made  a  wide  reputation,  and  its  editor  boasts  of  his  town  in 
this  seductive  style: — 

She  has  the  most  genial  climate  of  the  earth;  the  most  substantial 
court  house  in  the  state,  the  Wesleyan  University,  Athens  Female  Sem- 
inary, seven  churches,  cotton  mills,  woolen  and  flouring  mills,  and  the 
prettiest  girls  under  heaven's  blue  dome.  In  short,  we  are  a  God- 
blessed  set,  worshiping  under  our  own  vine  and  fig-tree,  hanging  the 
latch  string  on  the  outside,  and  inviting  the  world  to  come  and  enjoy 
with  us  our  happiness. 

Sixteen  miles  from  Athens,  over  a  fine  mountain  road,  take  one 
to  the  White  Cliff  Springs,  three  thousand  feet  above  the  sea  and,  there- 


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fore,  in  a  pure  and  invigorating  atmosphere,  and  enjoying  a  wide  outlook. 
Between  Calhoun  and  Charleston,  the  beautiful  Hiwassee  is  crossed,  and 
at  Cleveland  we  halt  for  a  dinner  resembling  Wordsworth's  sweetheart: 

"  None  knew  thee  but  to  love  thee, 
'  None  named  thee  but  to  praise." 

Cleveland  is  a  thriving  town  of  some  two  thousand  inhabitants  and 
contains  much  wealth,  as  is  attested  by  the  unusual  elegance  of  its  public 
buildings  and  mansions  and  the  well-regulated  appearance  of  its  streets 
and  sidewalks — a  matter  too  often  neglected  in  southern  villages.  Fine 
roads  radiate  from  it  through  a  lovely  country,  and  the  accommoda- 
tions for  visitors  are  good.  Cleveland,  consequently,  is  coming  to  be 
a  favorite  town  for  summer  visitors  from  the  far  South,  and  winter  resi- 
dents escaping  the  chill  of  the  North.  The  Ducktown  copper  mines 
are  about  forty  miles  distant;  the  road  to  them  passes  for  twenty  miles 
along  the  picturesque  gorges  of  the  Ocoee  river,  where  it  struggles  out  of 
the  great  mountains. 

Cleveland  is  the  point  where  the  two  great  arms  of  the  East  Tennes- 
see Virginia  and  Georgia  Railway  diverge.  One  arm  reaches  westward 
via  Chattanooga,  Decatur,  and  Corinth  to  Memphis  and  Trans-Missis- 
sippi connections.  The  other  reaches  southward  to  Rome,  Georgia,  and 
there  divides:  one  branch  proceeding  through  Atlanta  and  Macon  to 
Brunswick,  Savannah  and  Jacksonville;  the  other  crossing  Alabama  via 
Calera  and  Selma  to  Meridian,  and  so  on  to  Texas,  and  also  via  Calera 
and  Montgomery  to  Mobile  and  New  Orleans. 

After  a  few  words  about  the  city  of  Chattanooga,  which  we  have 
reached  over  the  roughly  wooded  and  rocky  knolls  about  Oeltewah,  and 
by  tunneling  underneath  the  blood-stained  bulwark  of  Mission  ridge,  a 
final  chapter  of  this  little  book  will  be  devoted  to  explaining  this  southern 
system  of  transportation  routes. 

Before  the  war  of  the  Secession  Chattanooga  was  a  miserable, 
muddy  little  village  with  an  iron  forge  or  two  and  some  river-trading, 
but  of  no  account  to  itself  or  the  world  in  general.  Seized  upon 
as  a  strategic  point  and  depot  of  supplies  by  the  Confederates,  when 
that  war  first  broke  out,  it  was  fortified  with  the  greatest  possible 
strength  and  thought  impregnable.  Apprised  of  its  danger  by  the 
approach  of  the  army  of  the  Cumberland  over  the  ruins  of  strongholds 
in  Kentucky  and  northern  Tennessee,  startled  by  the  shock  of  Chick- 
amauga  and  nerved  to  a  last  stand  in  Tennessee,  it  witnessed  the  terrific 
series  of  battles,  of  which  those  at  Mission  ridge  and  Lookout  mountain 
were  the  most  prominent  episodes,  and  finally  saw  its  defenders  swept 
back  from  its  forts. 

Transformed  in  a  day  from  a  disloyal  to  a  loyal  stronghold,  it 
formed  scarcely  more  than  a  camp  and  quarter-master's  depot  for  many 
months.  Finally  the  flood  of  soldiers  retreated  and  left  Chattanooga 
more  miserable  and  muddy  than  ever.  But  among  those  conquerors 
were  shrewd  men.  When  the  war  was  over  they  went  back  there, 
bought  town  lots,  farms,  and  mining  rights.     The  citizens  returned  and 


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help  came  from  friends  at  other  points.  The  qualities  of  situation  and 
surrounding  which  had  made  it  long  ago  a  centre  of  Indian  trails  and 
traffic,  which  had  caused  armies  to  contest  for  its  possession  as  a  basis 
of  military  operations,  now  presented  it  to  the  business  man  as  the  most 
favorable  spot  in  the  district  for  his  commercial  and  manufacturing 
schemes.  Railways  converged  there;  agents  of  big  concerns  north 
and  south  made  it  general  head-quarters  ;  wholesale  merchants  competed 
for  the  local  trade  of  a  wide  area;  and  the  close  proximity  and  easy 
"haul  '  of  coal  and  minerals  caused  iron  furnaces  and  rolling  mills, 
metal  factories  and  shops  of  every  sort  to  be  set  up.  Three-fourths  at 
least  of  the  citizens  now  (the  population  is  nearly  25,000)  are  northern  ; 
the  town  is  new  and  growing  with  rapid  strides  ;  the  old-fashioned  incom- 
modious structures  of  the  ante-bellum  village  have  disappeared,  and  a 
rough,  vigorous,  active  city  has  arisen,  which  is  more  like  a  town  in 
Colorado  than  in  sleepy  South  Tennessee.  Thus  far,  as  I  say,  the  rough- 
ness of  new  construction  and  the  vigor  of  business-haste  is  predominant 
in  Chattanooga,  and  she  is  by  no  means  lovely  ;  but  many  fine  buildings 
have  been  or  are  being  erected  ;  streets  of  ornate  residences  crown  the 
heights  above  the  noisy  plain;  and  in  a  few  years,  under  the  fostering 
care  of  wealth  and  intelligence,  and  in  the  gracious  climate  which 
belongs  to  that  region,  Chattanooga  will  have  grown  out  of  this  awk- 
wardness into  assured  strength  and  admirable  appearance. 


XVIII. 
A  CHAPTER  EXPLANATORY. 

Memphis  and   Charleston    Railway. — Blue   Mountain  Route    to    New    Orleans   and 
Mexico. — Florida  Short  Line. — Farewell  and  Bon  Voyage. 

It  is  the  peculiarity  of  the  South,  as  a  whole,  that  its  large  towns 
are  mainly  placed  along  the  coast  or  else  under  the  edge  of  the  mount- 
ains. Travelers  whose  destination  is  some  small  interior  point  have 
rarely  a  choice  of  routes,  but  must  take  that  which  carries  them  nearest. 
The  main  body  of  travelers,  however,  go  from  the  North  to  some  one  of 
the  southern  seacoast  cities  or  else  come  out  of  the  South  bound  to  one 
or  the  other  of  the  great  centres  of  civilization  in  the  North.  There  is  a 
third,  and  growing,  class  of  travelers,  who  pass  through  the  South  en 
route  to  the  far  West,  or  in  returning  from  Texas,  Mexico  and  the  Pacific, 
who  wisely  prefer  the  ever-varied  scenery  and  pleasant  climate  of 
the  Southern  mountain  region,  and  its  opportunity  of  stopping  at 
Washington  and  famous  resorts,  to  the  tiresome  monotony  of  the 
Prairie  states.  To  these  "through"  travelers,  a  few  words  of  explan- 
ation in  respect  to  the  main  routes  traversing  the  South  will  well  round 
out  this  little  book 

We  have  been  facing  southward  and  will  continue  so,  standing  at 
Chattanooga,  on  the  very  border  of  the  Cotton  and  Gulf  states.     Sup- 


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posing  we  were  going  to  Memphis,  and,  perhaps,  westward,  there  is 
open  to  us  a  route  over  the  tracks  of  the  Memphis  and  Charleston  Rail- 
way which  follows  the  Tennessee  until  it  turns  northward  at  the  corner 
of  Mississippi,  and  then  passes  on  to  Memphis  through  Corinth  and 
Moscow.  At  Memphis  a  road  may  be  taken  straight  across  to  Little 
Rock,  Ark,,  where  it  meets  the  Missouri  Pacific  Railway  system  (via 
Hot  Springs,  Ark.),  to  middle  and  northern  Texas,  forming  the  most 
direct  route  between  New  York,  New  England  and  Texas  or  Mexico. 
There  is  also  a  very  direct  and  pleasant  railway  track  from  Memphis  to 
Kansas  City,  and  to  the  prairies  of  southern  Kansas  beyond  which  the 
traveler  may  keep  straight  on  by  that  most  interesting  of  all  "  trails"  to 
the  Pacific  coast,  the  "Santa  Fe  Route,"  which  goes  by  the  way  of 
Pueblo  and  Salt  Lake  City  through  the  heart  of  the  Rocky  mountains. 

If,  however,  Mexico,  southern  Texas  or  Louisiana  be  the  destination 
or  starting  point,  then  a  choice  of  two  paths  is  offered,  converging  at 
Calera,  near  the  centre  of  Alabama,  and  labeled  the  "Blue  Mountain 
Route "  in  the  advertisements  of  the  ticket  agents.  Leaving  Chatta- 
nooga (or  Cleveland),  Tenn.,  the  road  at  first  passes  through  the  hilly 
country  of  northern  Georgia,  where  the  names  Cohutta,  Dalton,  Plain- 
ville,  Kenesaw  mountain  and  Rome  will  recall  the  sturdy  fighting  be- 
tween the  inevitable  Sherman  and  the  stubborn  Hood.  Passing  out 
of  these  rugged  hills  into  the  more  level  but  still  pleasant  country  of 
north-eastern  Alabama,  the  road  skirts  the  iron  district  of  that  state 
(passing  through  the  large  new  town  of  Anniston,  where  a  connection 
is  made  for  Birmingham),  and  pushes  straight  south-westward  to  Selma, 
This  is  a  centre  of  much  importance.  From  Selma  railroads  diverge  to 
Montgomery,  to  Pensacola,  to  Mobile  and  eastward  to  Meridian,  Miss. 
Meridian  is  another  centre  westward;  a  railway  goes  "straight  as  a 
string  "  to  Jackson  (whence  a  branch  to  Natchez),  to  Vicksburg,  Shreve- 
port  and  Marshall,  connecting  at  the  last  point  with  the  railway  network 
of  the  Lone  Star  state.  Some  passengers  may  prefer  this  route  to  Texas 
over  that  by  the  way  of  Memphis.  It  is,  perhaps,  rather  more  interesting 
and  there  is  no  great  difference,  if  any,  in  the  time  or  expense.  On  both, 
the  trains  make  fast  time,  run  Sundays,  are  well  equipped,  provided  with 
Pullman  sleeping  cars,  and  require  no  change  of  day  coaches  between 
Memphis  and  Chattanooga  or  Selma  and  Cleveland. 

To  go  to  New  Orleans  two  courses  are  open.  From  Cleveland  or 
Chattanooga  one  route  is  (as  before)  via  Rome,  Ga.,  and  Anniston, 
to  Calera,  Ala. ;  thence  you  may  go  on  to  Meridian  and  down  to  New 
Orleans  by  the  just  completed  New  Orleans  and  North  Eastern.  Or,  you 
may  diverge  at  Calera  and  reach  New  Orleans  by  the  old  route  through 
Montgomery  (the  capital  of  Alabama,  and  former  seat  of  the  Confederate 
government)  Pensacola  Junction  (giving  access  to  the  famous  naval 
station)  and  Mobile,  the  fashionable  metropolis  of  the  state.  This  way 
go  Pullman  sleeping  cars  and  a  most  convenient  arrangement  of 
coaches.  It  takes  in  the  largest  towns,  and,  between  Mobile  and  New 
Orleans,  passes  along  the  Gulf   coast  of  Mississippi,  giving  charming 


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glimpses  of  the  sea-shore  scenes  and  life,  more  like  those  of  Italy  than 
the  Atlantic  coast  of  the  United  States.  By  the  way  of  Meridian,  on 
the  other  hand,  one  passes  through  the  very  heart  of  the  cotton  and  cane- 
brake  region,  and  thus  becomes  acquainted  with  the  sentiment  and  ap- 
pearance of  that  remote,  unruffled,  agricultural  life  which  formed  the  career 
of  the  greater  part  of  the  South  under  the  old  order  of  things. 

All  of  these  roads  which  pass  through  Meridian,  Calera,  and  Rome 
to  Cleveland,  are  united  in  a  traffic  arrangement  of  through  tickets  and 
through  cars  under  the  appropriate  name  of  the  "  Blue  Mountain  Route," 
since  for  a  thousand  miles  the  traveler  by  it  from  Georgia  northward,  is 
within  sight  or  actually  upon  either  the  Blue  Ridge,  or  the  azure  Alle- 
ghanies.  At  one  end  is  Texas  and  N'ezv  Orleans;  at  the  other  Cincinnati 
(via  Knoxville  and  Jellico),  and  Neiv  York,  via  the  Shenandoah  Valley. 

There  is  another  region  in  the  South,  however,  to  which  Northern 
eyes  turn  when  Winter's  blustering  winds  beat  upon  a  shrinking  world. 
I  mean  Florida — called  the  Land  of  Flowers  by  Ponce  de  Leon,  but 
which  one  might  more  truthfully  name  the  Land  of  Winter  Sunshine. 
Many  of  these  travelers  are  invalids.  To  them  speed  and  comfort  are 
qualities  of  the  highest  importance  in  the  chosen  means  of  trans- 
portation. Suppose  again  that  the  traveler  has  reached  Cleveland  from 
Chicago,  Cincinnati  or  Louisville  by  the  way  of  Jellico;  or  from  the 
North-east  by  the  way  of  the  Shenandoah;  or  that  he  has  come  to  Chatta- 
nooga from  the  North-west.  He  is  now  at  the  fork  of  the  roads — at  the 
portal  to  the  Florida  his  eyes  foresee.  The  quickest  way  is  to  him  the 
best.  Georgia  has  not  much  to  show  in  the  way  of  scenery.  When  one 
gets  south  of  the  Kenesaw  heights,  where  Sherman  fought  his  terrible 
way  to  Atlanta,  the  landscape  becomes  level  and  the  interest  agricultural. 
Quickness  and  comfort,  then,  as  I  say,  are  the  desiderata.  As  for  rate  of 
speed  per  mile,  and  the  ease  of  a  Pullman  car,  one  first-class  railway 
is  much  like  another  ;  but  the  advantages  of  the  line  which  goes  by  the 
way  of  Atlanta,  Macon  and  Jesup,  are  that  its  course  is  more  than  loo 
miles  shorter  than  any  other  route  (as  one  can  easily  see  by  a  glance  at 
the  map),  and  that  it  is  able  to  run  both  its  Pullman  sleeping  cars  (all 
the  year  round)  and  its  passenger  coaches  from  Cleveland  and  Chatta- 
nooga to  Jacksonville  without  change — a  ride  of  twenty-four  hours.  This, 
then,  has  justly  assumed  the  name  of  the  "  Florida  Short  Line  " — talis- 
manic  words  at  the  ticket  office  ! 

Subsidiary  advantages  are,  that  this  route  permits  a  halt  at  Atlanta 
■'the  Chicago  of  the  South,"  whence  half  a  dozen  local  roads  diverge. 
Then  it  follows  for  some  time  Sherman's  "  March  to  the  Sea,"  always 
interesting.  At  Macon,  east-and-west  roads  cross  the  state  in  four 
directions.  At  Jesup,  Savannah  and  Brunswick  may  be  reached  by 
changing  cars;  while  at  Waycross,  a  road  diverges  across  the  southern 
margin  of  Georgia  into  western  Florida  and  the  cotton  and  orange  region 
between  Tallahassee  and  Mobile. 

In  review,  then: 

To  Memphis,  Little  Rock,  Hot  Springs  and  northern  Texas;  or  tq 


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Kansas,  Colorado,  and  the  Pacific  coast  via  Pueblo  (or  vice  versa),  the 
only  path  is  over  the  Memphis  and  Charleston  Railroad — that  is,  via 
Chattanooga,  Decatur  and  Corinth. 

To  Texas,  Mexico,  and  New  Orleans,  the  advisable  course  is  by  one 
or  another  division  (via  Mobile  or  via  Meridian)  of  the  "  Blue  Mountain 
Route,'   that  is,  by  the  way  of  Calera. 

To  Florida,  every  consideration  favors  the  "  Florida  Short  Line," 
via  Atlanta  and  yesiip. 

And  so — Farewell,  and  a  pleasant  journey  to  you! 


WINTER  EXCURSIONS 


BY    THE 


Shenandoah  Valley  I  Kennesaw  Routes, 


TO   JACKSONVILLE,    FLA. 


No.  1. 

From  NORFOLK,  VA.,  PETERS- 
BURG, VA.,  BURKEVILLE,  VA., 
LYNCHBURG,  VA.,  and  ROAN- 
OKE, VA. 

No.  2. 

From  HAGERSTOWN,  MD.,  SHEN- 
ANDOAH JUNCTION,  WEST  VA., 
LURAY,  VA.,  RIVERTON,  VA., 
PORT  REPUBLIC,  VA.,  and 
WAYNESBORO  JUNCTION,  VA. 

Route  1.— Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol  ;  East  Tennessee,  Virginia  & 
Georgia  R.  R.  to  Jesup  ;  Savannah, 
Florida  &  Western  R.  R.  to  Jackson- 
ville. 

Route  2. —  Shenandoah  Valley  R.  R.  to 
Roanoke  ;  Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol ;  East  Tennessee,  Virginia  & 
Georgia  R.  R.  to  Jesup ;  Savannah, 
Florida  &  Western  R.  R.  to  Jackson- 
ville. 

From  RICHMOND. 

Richmond  &  Alleghany  R.  R.  to  Lynch- 
burg, thence  to  destination  as  above. 
Route  No.  1. 

or 

Richmond  &  Petersburg  R.  R.  to  Peters- 
burg, thence  to  destination  as  above. 
Route  No.  1, 


From     NEW    YORK,     PHILADEL- 
PHIA &  PENNSYLVANIA  R.  R. 
POINTS,  Via  HARRISBURG. 

Pennsylvania  R.  R.  to  Harrisburg; 
Cumberland  Valley  R.  R.  to  Hagerstown  ; 
thence  to  destination  as  above.  Route 
No.  2. 

From   BALTIMORE. 

Western  Maryland  R.  R.  to  Hagers- 
town ;  thence  to  destination  as  above. 
Route  No.  2. 

or 

Baltimore  &  Ohio  R.  R.  to  Shenandoah 
Junction,  thence  to  destination  as  above. 
Route  No.  2. 

From   WASHINGTON    and    BALTI- 
MORE &  OHIO  R.  R.  POINTS. 

Baltimore  &  Ohio  R.  R.  to  Shenandoah 
Junction,  thence  to  destination  as  above. 
Route  No.  2. 

From    NEW^     YORK,     PHILADEL- 
PHIA, W^ILMINGTON  and  BAL- 
TIMORE, via  WASHINGTON. 

Pennsylvania  R.  R.  to  Washington : 
Virginia  Midland  to  Lynchburg,  thence  to 
destination  as  above.     Route  No.  1. 

From    WASHINGTON,     CHAR- 
LOTTESVILLE, and  VIRGINIA 
MIDLAND   STATIONS. 

Virginia  Midland  R.  R.  to  Lynchburg, 
thence  to  destination  as  above.  Route 
No.  1. 


LIST  OF  IGENTS 


OF    THE 


SHEf[Af  0/H  V/LLEY  HOUTE  Ap  KeNNES/W  I}0UTE, 

WHO  WILL  FURNISH  TOURISTS  GUIDE-BOOKS,  TIME-TABLES, 

AND  ALL  INFORMATION    OF    RATES,  ROUTES,   TICKETS, 

SLEEPING-CAR    RESERVATIONS,    ETC.,    ETC. 


C.   P.   Gaither,  Agt 290  Washington  St. ,  Boston,  Mass . 

H.  V.  Tompkins,  East.  Pass.  Agt 303  Broadway,  New  York. 

B.  H.   Feltwell,   Pass.  Agt 838  Chestnut  St.,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 

C.  M..  Futterer,  Pass.  Agt Hagerstown,  Md. 

W.  H.  Fitzgerald,  Agt 157  W.  Baltimore  St.,  Baltimore,  Md. 

E.  J.   LocKWOOD,  Pass.  Agt 507  Penna.  Ave.,  Washington,  D.  C. 

Allen  Hull,  Pass.  Agt  . . , Roanoke,  Va. 

T.  H.  Bransford,  Agt Roanoke,  Va, 

J.  F.  Cecil,  Agt Norfolk,  Va. 

Warren  L.   Rohr,  Ticket  Agt Lynchburg,  Va , 

W.  C.  Carrington,  Ticket  Agt. .Bristol,  Tenn, 

J.  M.  Sutton,  Pass.  Agt Chattanooga,  Tenn. 

James  Maloy,  Pass.  Agt. .    ....      .- '.    ...  Atlanta,  Ga. 

L.  A.  Jeter,  Ticket  Agt Macon,  Ga . 

B.  H.  Hopkins,  Pass.  Agt..  .Cor.  Bay  &  Hogan  Sts.,  Jacksonville,  Fla. 

R.  H.  Hudson,  Pass.  Agt : .Montgomery,  Ala. 

J.  C.  Andrews,  Gen.  South'n  Agt..  .158  Common  St.,  New  Orleans,  La. 

Eugene  Sutcliffe,  Pass.  Agt Memphis,   Tenn . 

P.  R.  Rogers,  W.  Pass.  Agt..... .., Little  Rock,  Ark. 

A.  POPK,    Gen  I  Pass,  and  Ticket  Agent, 
Norfolk  &  Western  and  Shenandoah  Valley  R.  Rs., 
Roanoke,  Virginia. 

B,  W.  WRENN,    Gen' I  Pass,  and  Ticket  Agent, 

E,  T.  V.  &  G.  R.  R.,  Knoj^ville,  Tennef^see, 


DIRECTORY  OF  AGENCIES. 


WHERE   THROUGH    TICKETS  — BOTH    STRAIGHT  AND    ROUND-TRIP - 

FLORIDA,  NEW  ORLEANS  AND  SUMMER  EXCURSION— ARE  SOLD, 

INFORMATION    GIVEN,    TIME-CARDS    FURNISHED,    AND 

SLEEPING-CAR  BERTHS  AND  SECTIONS  RESERVED 

TO  ALL  POINTS  ON   OR  VIA  THE  RAILWAYS  OF  THE 

SHENANDOAH  VALLEY  AND  KENNESAW  ROUTES. 


IN  THE  NORTH  AND  EAST. 


BOSTON,  at  No.  3  Old  State  House;  205, 
211,  214,  232  and  322  Washington  Street; 
and  at  the  Depots  of  the  New  York 
Lines,  and  Office  of  Line,  290  Washing- 
ton Street. 

Also,  at  Railroad  Ticket  Offices  at  Provi- 
dence, Worcester,  Springfield,  Hartford 
New  Haven,  Bridgeport,  Stamford,  etc. 

NEW  YORK,  at  No.  i  Aslor  House;  No. 
8  Battery  Place  ;  315,  435,  849  and  943 
Broadway;  and  168  East  125th  Street; 
Depots  foot  of  Desbrosses  and  Cort- 
landt  Streets,  and  Office  of  Line,  303 
Broadway. 

BROOKLYN,  at  No.  4  Court  Street,  and 
Office  of  Brooklyn  Annex,  foot  of  Ful- 
ton Street. 

JERSEY  CITY,  at  Penn.  R.  R.  Depot 
Ticket  Office;  also,  at  Passenger  Station 
Ticket  Offices,  Penn.  R.  R.  at  Newark, 
Elizabeth,  Rahway,  New  Brunswick, 
and  Trenton,  N.  J. 

PHILADELPHIA,  at  Nos.838,  iiooand 
1348  Chestnut  Street ;  and  at  Depot, 
Broad  and  Market  Streets;  also,  at  R.R. 
Ticket  Offices  Penn  R.  R.,  at  German- 
town,  Pa.,  Chester,  Pa.,  Wilmington, 
Del. 


HARRISBURG,  at  Ticket  Office,  Cum- 
berland Valley  R.  R. 

PITTSBURG,  at  Depot  Ticket  Offices. 

BALTIMORE,  at  Ticket  Office,  Western 
Maryland  R.  R.,  133  West  Baltimore 
Street ;  at  Depot  Western  Maryland 
R.  R.;  and  Office  of  Line,  157  West 
Baltimore  Street. 

WASHINGTON,  at  Depot  of  the  Balti- 
more &  Ohio  R.  R.;  at  Depot  Penn.  R. 
R.;  also,  601  Penn.  Ave.;  and  Office  of 
the  Line,  507  Pennsylvania  Avenue. 

NORFOLK,  at  Office,  W.  T.  Walke, 
Ticket  Agent,  under  Atlantic  Hotel ; 
W.  I.  Flournoy,  Ticket  Agent,  Purcell 
House  ;  also,  at  Depot  N.  &  W   R.  R. 

RICHMOND,  at  Depot  Richmond  & 
Petersburg,  Richmond  &  Danville,  and 
Richmond  &  Alleghany  R.  Rs.;  also, 
at  1000  Main  Street,  A.  W.  Garber  & 
Co.,  General  Agents,  1200  Main  Street. 
S.  H.  Bowman,  Ticket  Agent. 

HAGERSTOWN,  Md.,  at  Ticket  Office, 

Shenandoah  Valley  R.  R, 
ROANOKE,  Va.,  at  Depot  Shenandoah 

Valley  and  Norfolk  &  Western  Railr'ds, 


And  at  Coupon  Ticket  Offices  of   all    lines  connecting  at  Harrisburg,  Washington, 
Hagerstown  and  Shenandoah  Junction. 

IN  THE  SOUTH  AND  SOUTHV^EST. 


ATLANTA,  Ga.,  at  Ticket  Office,  Depot 

East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.,  and  W. 

&  A.  R.  R.  Ticket  Office, 
CHATTANOOGA,   Tenn..  at    Depot 

Ticket  Office  E.  T.  V.  &  G.  R.  R. 
MACON,  Ga.,   at   Depot  Ticket  Office, 

and  at  102  Mulberry  Street. 
JACKSONVILLE,  Fla.,  at  Ticket  Office 

S.  F.  &  W.  R.  R.,  and   Office   of   Line, 

corner  West  Bay  &  Hogan  Streets. 
ST.  AUGUSTINE,  Fla.,  Ticket  Office, 

S.  F.  &  W.  R.  R, 
SAVANNAH,  Ga.,  at  Ticket  Office  S.  F. 

&  W.  R.  R.,  and  Central  R.  R.  of  Ga. 
VICKSBURG,   Miss.,    at   Depot  Ticket 

Office,  V.  &  M.  R.  R. 
MERIDIAN,  Miss,  at   Depot  Ticket 

Offices  E.  T.  V.  &  G,  R.  R.,  and  Ala. 

Gt.  So.  R.  R. 
SELMA,  Ala.,  at  Depot  Ticket  Office 

E.  T.  V.  &G.  R.  R. 
MONTGOMERY,    Ala.,    at    Depot    of 

West  Ala,  R.,  and  L.  &  N.  R.  R. 

AND  AT  TICKET  QFFICES 


MOBILE,  Ala.,   at  Ticket  Office  Battlp 

House,  and  Depot  Ticket  Offices  L.&  N. 

R.R.  and  M.  &  O.  R.R. 
NEW  ORLEANS,  La.,  at  Ticket  Officeg 

and    Depots  of   L.  &  N.  R.  R.,  Illinois 

Central  R.  R.,  N.  O.  &  N.  E.  R.  R.,  and 

Office  of  Line,  158  Common  Street. 
GALVESTON.  Texas,  at   116  Tremont 

Street,  and  Depot  Ticket  Offices  G.  H. 

&H.  R.  R. 
HOUSTON,  Texas,   at  Depot  Ticket 

Offices  T.  &  N.  O.  R.  R.,  and  I.  &  Gt. 

N.  R.  R. 
SAN  ANTONIO,  Texas,  at  Ticket  Office 

and  Depot  of  G.  H.  &  S.  A.  R.  R. 
MEMPHIS,  Tenn.,  at  Main  Street  Ticket 

Office,  Barney  Hughes,  Ticket  Agent  - 

and  Depot  M.  &  C.  R.  R. 
LITTLE  ROCK,  Ark.,  at  Depot  Ticket 

Office  M.  &  Little  Rock  R.  R. 
TEXARKANA,  Texas,  at  Depot  Ticket 

Office  St.  L.  &  I.  Mt.  R.  R. 
DALLAS,  Texas,  at  Depot  Ticket  Office 

Texas  &  Pacific  R.  R. 

Of   all   connecting   LfNEg. 


ITINERARY  OF   ROUTES 

By  which  Florida,    New  Orleans,   Luray,  Natural  Bridge,  and 

THE  Noted  Summer  Excursion  Resorts  of  Virginia  are 

Reached  Quickest,  Cheapest  and  Best. 


The  Shen/ndoah  Valley  Route —The  Kemes/w  Route, 

AND  THEIR  CONNECTING  RAILWAY  LINES. 

ALSO, 

To  New  Orleans  and  the  World's  Exposition  ! ! 


GROUP  A. 

From  NORFOLK,  PETERSBURG, 
BURKEVILLE,  FARMVILLE, 
LYNCHBURG,  LIBERTY,  ROAN- 
OKE, MARION,  ABINGDON,  and 
other  Principal  Towns  and  Cities. 

GROUP  B. 

From  HAGERSTOWN,  SHEPHERDS- 
TOWN,  SHENANDOAH  JUNC- 
TION, BOYCE,  LURAY,  RIVER- 
TON,  WAYNESBORO  JUNCTION, 
natural  BRIDGE,  BUCHANAN, 
Etc..  Etc.,  Etc. 

ROUTES— GROUP  A. 

No.  1.— Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol ;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Calera;  Louisville  &  Nashville  to  New 
Orleans. 

No.  2.— Norfolk,  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol ;  East  Tenn..  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Atlanta;  A.  &  W.  Point  R.  R.  to  West 
Point ;  Western  Railway  of  Ala.  to  Mont- 
gomery ;  Louisville  &  Nashville  R.  R.  to 
New  Orleans. 

No.  3.— Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Dalton;  Western  &  Atlantic  R.  R.  to 
Atlanta  ;  A.  &  West  Point  R.  R.  to  West 
Point ;  Western  Railway  of  Ala.  to  Mont- 
g-omery;  L.  &.  N.  R.  R.  to  New  Orleans. 

No.  4.— Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol ;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Chattanoog-a  ;  Queen  &  Crescent  Route 
to  New  Orleans. 

No.  .5.— Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol  ;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Chattanooga  ;  Memphis  &  Charleston  to 
Grand  Junction  ;  Illinois  Central  to  New 
Orleans. 

ROUTES— GROUP  B. 

No.  1. — Shenandoah  Valley  R.  R.  to 
Roanoke  ;  Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol ;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Calera  ;  Louisville  &  Nashville  R.  R.  to 
New  Orleans. 

No.  2.— Shenandoah  Valley  R.  R.  to 
Roanoke ;  Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol ;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Atlanta  ;  Atlanta  &  West  Point  R.  R.  to 
West  Point ;  Western  Railway  of  Ala.  to 
Montgomery;  Louisville  &  Nashville  R.R. 
to  New  Orleans. 

No.  3.— Shenandoah  Valley  R.  R.  to 
Roanoke  ;  Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol;  East  Tenn..  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Dalton  ;  Western  &  Atlantic  R.  R.  to 
Atlanta;    Atlanta  &  West  Point  R.  R.  to 


West  Point ;  Western  Railway  of  Ala.  to 
Montg-omery  ;  Louisville  &  Nashville  R. 
R.  to  New  Orleans. 

No.  4— Shenandoah  Valley  R.  R.  to 
Roanoke  ;  Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol  ;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Chattanooga;  Queen  &  Crescent  Route  to 
New  Orleans. 

No.  5.— Shenandoah  Valley  R.  R.  to 
Roanoke  ;  Norfolk  &  Western  R.  R.  to 
Bristol  ;  East  Tenn.,  Va.  &  Ga.  R.  R.  to 
Chattanooga  ;  Memphis  &  Charleston  R. 
R.  to  Grand  Junction ;  Illinois  Central 
R.  R.  to  New  Orleans. 

From  RICHMOND, 

Richmond  &  Alleghany  R.  R.  to  Lynch- 
burg, thence  to  destination  as  per  routes 
named  in  Group  A. 

or 
Richmond  &  Petersburg  R.  R.  to  Peters- 
burg, thence  to  destination  as  per  routes 
given  in  Group  A. 

From  NEW  YORK,  PHILADEL- 
PHIA and  PENNSYLVANIA  R.  R. 
POINTS,  Via  HARRISBURG. 

Pennsylvania  R.  R.  to  H  a  r  r  i  s  b  u  r  g  ; 
Cumberland  Valley  R.  R.  to  Hagerstown, 
thence  to  destination  as  per  routes  given 
in  Group  B. 

From  BALTIMORE. 

Western  Maryland  R.  R.  to  Hagers- 
town, thence  to  destination  as  per  routes 
given  in  Group  B. 

or 
Baltimore  &  Ohio  R.  R.  to   Shenandoah 
Junction,   thence   to    destination    as    per 
routes  given  in  Group  B. 

From  WASHINGTON  and  BALTI- 
MORE &  OHIO  R.  R.  POINTS. 

Baltimore  &  Ohio  R.  R.  to  Shenandoah 
Junction,  thence  to  destination  as  per 
routes  given  in  Group  B. 

From  NEW  YORK,  PHILADEL- 
PHIA, W^ILMINGTON  AND  BAL- 
TIMORE, via  WASHINGTON. 

Pennsylvania  R.  R.  to  Washington,  Vir- 
ginia Midland  R.  R.  to  Lynchburg,  thence 
to  destination  as  per  routes  given  in 
Group  A. 

From   WASHINGTON,   CHAR- 
LOTTESVILLE   and     STATIONS 
ON   VA.  MIDLAND  R.  R. 
•  Virginia  Midland  R.  R.  to  Lynchburg, 

thence  to  destination  as  per  routes  given 

in  Group  A. 


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GROUP    A. 

Afton,  Va. 

Clifton  Forgfe,  Va. 

Covington,  Va. 

Goshen,  Va. 

Greenbrier  White  Sulphur,  W.  Va. 

Kanawha  Falls,  W.  Va. 

Millboro,  Va. 

Staunton,  Va. 

The  above  resorts  are  located  immedi- 
ately on  line  of  Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Rail- 
way, and  are  reached  without  staging. 

GROUP    B. 

Bath  Alum,  Va. — Millboro. 
Cold  Sulphur,  Va. — Goshen. 
Hot  or  Healing,  V z..— Covington. 
Millboro  Springs,  Va. — Millboro. 
Mountain  Top  House,  Va. — Afton. 
Rockbridge  Baths,  Va. — Goshen. 
Salt  Sulphur,  W.  Va. — Fort  Springs. 
Stribling,  Va. — Staunton. 
Sweet  Chalybeate,  Va. — Alleghany. 
Walawhatoola,  Va. — Millboro. 

The  above  resorts  are  located  off^  the 
line  of  Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Railway. 
Station  in  italic  type  indicates  point  of 
departure  from  railroad  and  where  stage 
must  be  taken. 

GROUP     C. 

Dagger's  Springs,  Va. — Gala  IVater. 
Rockbridge  Alum  Springs,  Va. — Lexing- 
ton. 

Located  ojf  line  of  Richmond  &  Alle- 
ghany Railroad.  Station  in  italic  type 
indicates  point  of  departure  from  rail- 
road, and  where  stage  must  be  taken. 

GROUP    D. 

Abingdon,  Va. 
Big  Springs,  Va. 
Big  Tunnel,  Va. 

Blue  Ridge  Springs,  Va. 

Buford's,  " 

Chnstiansburg  " 
Dublin, 

Egglestons,  " 

Gishs,  " 

Glade  Springs,  " 

Liberty,  " 

Marion,  " 

Montgomery  White,  " 

Roanoke,  " 

Rural  Retreat,  " 

Salem,  " 

Saltville,  " 

Wytheville,  " 
The  above  resorts  are  located  on  line  of 

Norfolk   &    Western    Railroad,    and    are 

reached  without  staging. 

GROUP    E. 

Alleghany  Springs,  Va. — Sha^vsville. 
Bedford  Alum  Springs,  Va. — Forest. 
Blacksburg  Springs,Va. — Christiansburg. 
Botetourt  Springs,  Va. — Salevi. 
Chillhowee  Springs,  Va. — Greevers. 
Coyner's  Springs,  Va. — Bonsacks. 
Farmville  Lithia,  Ya.—Farmville. 
Hunter's  Alum  Springs,  Va. — Dublin. 
Lake  Springs,  Ya.— Salem. 
Monroe  Red  Sulphur  Springs,  W.  Va.— 

Glen  Lyn. 
Mountain  \.-sk^^y-&.—Staytide. 


Pulaski  Alum  Springs,  Va. — Dublin. 

Roanoke  Red  Sulphur  Springs,  Va. — 
Salem. 

Seven  Springs,  Va. — Glade  Springs. 

Sharon  Springs,  Va. —  Wytheville. 

Washington  Springs,Va. — Glade  Springs. 

Yellow  Sulphur  Springs,Va. — Christians- 
burg. 

The  above  springs  are  located  oJf  the 
line  of  Norfolk  &  Western  railroad."  Sta- 
tion in  italic  type  indicates  point  of 
departure  from  railroad,  and  where  stage 
or  hack  must  be  taken. 

GROUP    F. 

Berryville,  Va. 
Buchanan,  Va. 
Charlestown,  W.  Va. 
Hagerstown,  Md. 
Luray,  Va. 
Roanoke,  Va. 
Shepherdstown,  W.  Va. 
White  Post,  Va. 

The  above  resorts  are  located  on  line  of 
Shenandoah  Valley  railroad,  and  are 
reached  without  staging. 

GROUP    G. 

Almirida,  Va. — Berryville. 
Baker's  Springs,  Va. — Waynesboro. 
Botetourt,  Va. —  Cloverdale. 
Bon  Air,  Va. — Elkton. 
Fincastle  Mineral,  Va. — Cloverdale. 
Natural  Bridge,  Va. — Natural  Bridge. 
Rockingham  Springs,  Va. — Elkton. 
The  Vineyard,  Va. — Boyceville. 

The  above  resorts  are  located  oJf\m^  of 
Shenandoah  Valley  railroad.  Station  in 
italic  type  indicates  point  of  departure 
from  railroad,  and  where  stage  or  hack 
must  be  taken. 

GROUP     H. 

Capon  Springs,  W.  Va. — Capon. 
Rawley  Springs,  Va. — Harrisonburg. 
Shenandoah     Alum    Springs,   Va.  —  Mt 

Jackson. 
Orkney  Springs,  Va. — Mt,  Jackson. 

The  above  resorts  are  located  online  of 
Valley  Branch,  Baltimore  &  Ohio  rail- 
road. The  station  in  italic  type  indicates 
point  of  departure  from  railroad,  and 
where  stage  or  hack  must  be  taken. 

GROUP    I. 

Old  Point  Comfort,  Va. 

GROUP    J. 

Chambersburg,  Pa. 
Greencastle,  Pa. 
Mechanicsburg,  Pa. 
Shippensburg,  Pa, 

The  above  resorts  are  located  on  line  of 
Cumberland  Valley  Railroad,  and  are 
reached  without  staging. 

GROUP    K. 

Warm  Springs,  N.  C. 
Asheville,  N.  C. 

The  above  resorts  are  located  on  line  of 
Western  North  Carolina  R.  R.,  and  are 
reached  without  staging. 


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SUMMER    EXCURSION    ROUTES, 
Prom    NORFOLK,    VA. 
To  resorts  named  in  Group  A. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Peters- 
burg'.    Richmond  &  Petersburg-  Railroad 
to   Richmond.     Transfer   to   Chesapeake 
&  Ohio  Depot.     Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Rail- 
way to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  B. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Peters- 
burg. Richmond  &  Petersburg  Railroad 
to  Richmond.  Transfer  to  Chesapeake  & 
Ohio  Depot.  Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Railway- 
to  nearest  station.    Stage  to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  C. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Lynch- 
burg-.    Richmond  &  Alleghany  to  nearest 
station.     Stage  to  destination. 


To  resorts  na-med  in  Group  D. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  desti- 
nation. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  E. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  nearest 
station.     Stage  or  hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  nained  in  Group  F. 
Norfolk  &Western  Railroad  lo  Roanoke. 
Shenandoah  Valley   Railroad   to   destina- 
tion. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  G. 

Norfolk  &Western  Railroad  to  Roanoke. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  nearest 
station.    Stage  to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  H. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Peters- 
burg. Richmond  &  Petersburg  Railroad 
to  Richmond.  Transfer  to  Chesapeake 
&  Ohio  Depot.  Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Rail- 
road to  Staunton.  Valley  Branch,  Balti- 
more &  Ohio  to  nearest  station.  Stage  to 
destination. 

or 

Norfolk  &Western  Railroad  to  Roanoke. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Waynes- 
boro'. Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Railroad  to 
Staunton.  Valley  Branch,  Baltimore  & 
Ohio  Railroad  to  nearest  station.  Stage 
to  destination. 


To  resorts  nam.ed  in  Group  J. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Roan- 
ake.  Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Ha- 
gerstown.  Cumberland  Valley  Railroad 
to  destination. 


To  resorts  na77ied  in  Group  K. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Bristol. 
East  Tennessee, Virginia  &  Georgia  Rail- 
road to  Unaka.  Western  North  Carolina 
R.ailroa4  to  nearest;  station. 


From   PETERSBURG. 

To  resorts  najned  in  Group  C. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Lynch- 
burg.    Richmond  &   Alleghany  Railroad 
to  nearest  station.     Stage  to  destination. 

To  resorts  natned  in  Group  D. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  destina- 
tion. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  E. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  nearest 
station.     Stage  or  hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  nained  in  Group  F. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Roan- 
oke. Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  des- 
tination. 


To  resorts  naiiied  in  Group  G. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Roanoke. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad   to   nearest 
station.     Stage  or  hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  natned  in  Group  H. 
Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Roan- 
oke. Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to 
Waynesboro.  Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Rail- 
road to  Staunton.  Valley  Branch,  Bal- 
timore &  Ohio  to  nearest  station.  Stage 
or  hack  to  destination. 


OLD  POINT  COMFORT,    VA. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Norfolk. 
Bay  Line  steamer  to  Old  Point. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  K. 

Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Bristol. 
East  Tennessee,Virginia  &  Georgia  Rail- 
road to  Unaka.  Western  North  Carolina 
Railroad  to  destination. 


From  WELDON,  GOLDSBORO,  RA^ 
LEIGH  {via  Weldon),  WILMING- 
TON, CHARLES  TO  N,  SAVAN- 
NAH, COLUMBIA  {via  W.  C.  &  A. 
R.R.),  JACKSONVILLE  {via  Char- 
leston). 

Take  the  Atlantic  Coast  Line  to  Petersr 
burg,  Va.,  thence  to  destination.  (See 
routes  from  Petersburg.) 

From  RICHMOND,  VA. 

To  resorts  named  in  Group  D. 
Richmond   &   Petersburg   Railroad    to 
Petersburg.    Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad 
to  destination. 

or 

Richmond  &  Alleghany  Railroad  to 
Lynchburg.  Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad 
to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  E. 
Richmond    &    Petersburg   Railroad   to 
Petersburg.     Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad 
to  nearest  station.      Stage  or  hack  to  des- 
tination. 

or 

Richmond  &   Alleghany    Railroad    to 
Lynchburg,    Thence  as  above. 


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To  resorts  named  in  Group  F. 
Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Railroad  toWaynes- 
boro.     Shenandoah    Valley    Railroad    to 
destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  G. 
Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Railroad  toWaynes- 
boro.      Shenandoah   Valley    Railroad    to 
nearest  station.     Stage  or  hack  to  destina- 
tion. 


To   OLD  POINT  COMFORT,  Va. 

Richmond  &    Petersburg    Railroad   to 

Petersburg.  Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad 

to   Norfolk.  Bay   Line   Steamer   to   Old 
Point. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  K. 
Richmomd   &   Petersburg  Railroad   to 
Petersburg.     Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad 
to   Bristol.     East   Tennessee,  Virginia  & 
Georgia    Railroad    to   Unaka.      Western 
North   Carolina  Railroad   to  destination. 
or 
Richmond    &    Alleghany   Railroad    to 
Lynchburg.     Thence  as  above. 

To  resorts  named  in  Group  J. 

Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Railroad  to  Waynes- 
boro. Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to 
Hagerstown.  Cumberland  Valley  Rail- 
road to  destination. 

From    HAGERSTOWN,    SHENAN- 
DOAH  JUNCTION  and   RIVER- 
TON   JUNCTION. 

To  resorts  named  in  Group  A. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Waynes- 
Doro.     Chesapeake  &l  Ohio   Railroad  to 
destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  B. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Waynes- 
boro.     Chesapeake   &   Ohio   Railroad  to 
nearest  station.     Stage  or  hack  to  desti- 
nation. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  D. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to   Roan- 
oke.   Norfolk    &  Western    Railroad     to 
destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  E. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Roan- 
oke.      Norfolk  &   Western    Railroad    to 
nearest  station.    Stage  or  hack  to  desti- 
nation. 

To  resorts  riamed  in  Group  F. 

Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  destina- 
tion. 


To  resorts  narned  in  Group  G. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  nearest 
station.    Stage  or  hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  H. 

Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Waynes- 
boro. Chesapeake  &  Ohio  Railroad  to 
Staunton.  Valley  Branch,  Baltimore  & 
Ohio  Railroad  to  nearest  station.  Stage 
or  hack  to  destination. 


To  OLD  POINT  COMFORT,  V^. 

Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Roan- 
oke. Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to 
Norfolk.     Bay  Line  steamer  to  Old  Point. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  K. 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  to  Roan- 
oke. Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  Bris- 
tol. East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Unaka.  Western  North 
Carolina  Railroad  to  nearest  station. 

From    NEW     YORK,     PHILADEL^ 

PHIA   and   P.    R.    R.   points,  via 

Harrisburg. 

Pennsylvania  Railroad  to  Harrisburg^ 
Pa.  Cumberland  Valley  Railroad  to 
Hagerstown.  Thence  to  destination.  (See 
routes  from  Hagerstown^  Md.) 

From   BALTIMORE. 

Western  Maryland  Railroad  to  Hagers- 
town. Thence  to  destination.  (See  routes 
from  Hagerstown,  Aid.) 

From   WASHINGTON    and    Bait.  & 
Ohio  R.  R.  points,  via  B.  &  O. 

Baltimore  &  Ohio  Railroad  to  Shenan- 
doah Junction.  Thence  to  destination. 
(See  routes  from  Shenandoah  Junction.) 

From  WASHINGTON,   via  Va.   Mid. 
R.  R.  &  Manassas  Branch. 

Virginia  Midland  Railroad  (Manassas 
Branch)  to  Riverton.  Thence  to  destina- 
tion. (See  routes  ixova.  River tonj unction.) 

From   WASHINGTON    and    CHAR- 
LOTTESVILLE, via  Lynchburg. 

To  resorts  named  in  Group  D. 
Virginia  Midland  Railroad    to  Lynch- 
burg.    Norfolk  &  Western   Railroad    to 
destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  E. 

Virginia  Midland  Railroad  to  Lynch- 
burg. Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  near- 
est station.     Stage  or  hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  natned  in  Group  K. 
Virginia  Midland  Railroad  lo  Lynch- 
burg. Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to 
Bristol.  East  Tennessee,  Virginia  & 
Georgia  Railroad  to  Unaka.  Western 
North  Carolina  Railroad  to  destination. 


From     NEW^    YORK,     PHILADEL- 
PHIA   and    BALTIMORE,    via 
W^ashington. 

Pennsylvania  Railroad  to  Washington. 
Thence  to  destination.  (See  routes  from 
Washington,  via  Virginia  Midland  Rail- 
road and  Lynchburg.) 


From  DANVILLE,  Va.,  GREENS- 
BORO, RALEIGH, via  Greensboro, 
SALISBURY,  CHARLOTTE,  Etc., 
via  DANVILLE. 

To  resorts  named  in  Group  D. 

Richmond  &  Danville  Railroad  to  Dan- 
ville. Virginia  Midland  Railroad  to 
Lynchburg.  Norfolk  &  Western  Rail- 
road to  destination. 


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To  resorts  named  in  Group  E. 


Richmond  &  Danville  Railroad  to  Dan- 
ville. Virginia  Midland  Railroad  to  Lynch- 
burg. Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad  to  near- 
est station.     Stag'e  or  hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  na7ned  in  Group  F  &  G. 
Richmond  &  Danville  Railroad  to  Dan- 
ville. Virginia  Midland  Railroad  to 
Lynchburg.  Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad 
to  Roanoke.  Shenandoah  Valley  Rail- 
road to  destination. 


To  OLD  POINT  COMFORT,  Va. 

Richmond  &  Danville  Railroad  to 
Burkeville.  Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad 
to  Norfolk.  Bay  Line  Steamer  to  Old  Point. 

From  CHATTANOOGA,  DALTON, 
CALERA,  SELMA,  CLEVELAND 
and  KNOXVILLE,  and  points  on 
line  of  E.  T.  V.  &  G.  R.R. 

To  resorts  named  i?t  Group  A. 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Roanoke.  Shenandoah  Val- 
ley to  Waynesboro.  Chesapeake  &  Ohio 
to  destination. 

or 

East  Tenessee,  Virginia  «&  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Lynchburg.  Virginia  Mid- 
land Railroad  to  Charlottesville.  Chesa- 
peake &  Ohio  to  destination. 


To  resorts  na77ied  in  Group  B. 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Roanoke.  Shenandoah  Val- 
ley Railroad  to  Waynesboro.  Chesapeake 
&  Ohio  Railroad  to  nearest  station.  Stage 
to  destination. 

or 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &l  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Lynchburg.  Virginia  Midland 
to  Charlottesville.  Chesapeake  &  Ohio 
Railroad  to  nearest  station.  Stage  or 
hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  D. 
East    Tennessee,  Virginia    &    Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.      Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  E. 
East   Tennessee,  Virgina    &    Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.     Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  nearest  station.       Stage  or 
hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  nained  in  Group  F. 
East    Tennessee,  Virginia  &    Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.     Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Roanoke.      Shenandoah  Val- 
ley to  destination. 

To  resorts  najned  in  Group  G. 
East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Roanoke.  Shenandoah  Valley 
Railroad  to  nearest  station.  Stage  or 
hack  to  destination. 


To  resorts  named  in  Group  H. 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Roanoke.  Shenandoah  Val- 
ley Railroad  to  Waynesboro.  Chesapeake 
&  Ohio  Railroad  to  Staunton.  Valley 
Branch  Baltimore  &  Ohio  Railroad  to 
nearest  station.  Stage  or  hack  to  desti- 
nation. 

or 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Lynchburg.  Virginia  Mid- 
land Railroad  to  Charlottesville.  Chesa- 
peake &  Ohio  Railroad  to  Staunton. 
Valley  Branch,  Baltimore  &  Ohio  Rail- 
road to  nearest  station.  Stage  or  hack  to 
destination. 


To  OLD  POINT   COMFORT,  Va. 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Norfolk.  Bay  Line  Steamer 
to  Old  Point. 

To  resorts  named  in  Group  J. 
East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Bristol.  Norfolk  &  Western 
Railroad  to  Roanoke.  Shenandoah  Val- 
ley Railroad  to  Hagerstown.  Cumber- 
land Valley  Railroad  to  destination. 

From  NASHVILLE,  Tenn.,  and  line 
of  N.  C.  &  St.  L.  R.  R. 

Nashville,  Chattanooga  &  St.  Louis 
Railroad  to  Chattanooga.  Thence  to 
destination  as  indicated  in  route  from 
Chattanooga. 

From    MERIDIAN,    YORK,    BIR- 
MINGHAM  and  line  of  A.  G. 
S.    R.  R. 

Alabama  Great  Southern  Railroad  to 
Chattanooga.  Thence  to  destination  as 
indicated  in  route  from  Chattanooga. 

From   ATLANTA,    Ga. 

Western  &  Atlantic  Railroad  to  Dalton. 
Thence  to    destination    as    indicated    in 
Routes  from  Dalton. 
or 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Cleveland.  Thence  to  desti- 
nation as  indicated  in  routes  from  Cleve- 
land. 

From  MACON,  Ga.,  and  South  West- 
ern Georgia  points. 

Central  Railroad  of  Georgia  to  Atlanta. 
Western  &  Atlantic  Railroad  to  Dalton. 
or 

East  Tennessee,  Virginia  &  Georgia 
Railroad  to  Cleveland,  Tenn.  Thence  to 
destination  as  indicated  in  routes  from 
Dalton  and  Cleveland. 

From  MONTGOMERY  &  OPELIKA, 
via   Atlanta. 

Western  Railroad  of  Alabama  to  West 
Point.  Atlanta  &  West  Point  Railroad 
to  Atlanta.  Western  &  Atlantic  Railroad 
to  Dalton. 

or 

Western  Railroad  of  Alabama  to  West 
Point.    Atlanta  &  West  Point  Railroad  to 


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Atlanta.  East  Tennessne,  Virginia  & 
Georgia  Railroad  to  Cleveland.  Thence 
to  destination  as  indicated  in  routes  from 
Dal  ton  and  Cleveland. 

From   NEW    ORLEANS,   MOBILE, 

PENSACOLA  and  L.  &  N.  R.  R. 

points,  via  Atlanta. 

Louisville  &  Nashville  Railroad  to 
Montgomery.  Western  Railroad  of  Ala- 
bama to  West  Point.  Atlanta  &.  West 
Point  Railroad  to  Atlanta.  Western  & 
Atlantic  Railroad  to  Dalton. 
or 

Louisville  &  Nashville  Railroad  to 
Montgomery.  Western  Railroad  of  Ala- 
bama to  West  Point.  Atlanta  &  West 
Point  Railroad  to  Atlanta.  East  Ten- 
nessee, Virginia  &  Georgia  Railroad  to 
Cleveland.  Thence  to  destination  as  in- 
dicated in  routes  from  Dalton  and  Cleve- 
land. 

From  NEW  ORLEANS,  MOBILE, 
PENSACOLA,  MONTGOMERY, 
and  L.  &  N.  R.  R.  points,  via  Calera. 

Louisville  &  Nashville  Railroad  to 
Calera,  Ala.  Thence  to  destination  as 
indicated  in  routes  from  Calera,  Ala. 

From     NEW     ORLEANS,     VICKS- 

BURG,  JACKSON,  via  Grand 

^Junction. 

Illinois  Central  Railroad  to  Grand 
Junction.  Memphis  &  Charleston  Rail- 
road to  Chattanooga.  Thence  to  destina- 
tion, as  indicated  in  route  from  Chatta- 
nooga. 

In  addition  to  the  direct  routes  of  travel 
given  in  the  foregoing  Itinerary,  which 
are  in  all  cases  the  same  in  each  direction, 
the  entirely  new  feature  in  E.xcursion 
Travel  of 

VARIABLE   ROUTES, 

by  which  tourists  going  from  home  by 
one  line  may  return  by  another,  has  been 
arranged;  this  being  by  reason  of  the  ex- 
tensive mileage  of  the 

Virginia,  Tennessee  &  Georgia  Air  Line, 

traversing  large  areas  of  diverse  terri- 
tory— an  entirely  practicable  arrangement 
within  its  own  control. 

These  Variable  Route  Tickets  embrace 
all  or  portions  only  of  the  Scenic  Attrac- 
tions and  Summer  Resorts  of  the  Line, 
according  to  the  taste,  time  and  means 
of  intending  tourists,  and  are  obtainable 
during  the  Excursion  Season  at  the  offices 
of  the  Line,  or  initial  companies  at  in- 
terest, in  the  following  cities: 

Baltimore. — Western  Maryland  Rail- 
road, Hillen  Station,  Fulton  Station, 
Pennsylvania  Avenue  Station,  at  133  West 
Baltimore  Street.  Geigan  &  Co.,  ticket 
agents. 


Baltimore  &  Ohio  Railroad,  Camden 
Station,  and  corner  Baltimore  &  Calvert 
Streets. 

Baltimore  Steam  Packet  Company,  157 
West  Baltimore  Street.  W.  H.Fitzgerald, 
agent. 

Washington. — 507  Pennsylvania  Ave., 
E.  J.  Lockwood,  Passenger  agent.  Balti- 
timore  &  Ohio  Railroad,  Depot  ticket 
office. 

Virginia  Midland  Railroad  ticket  office, 
601  Pennsylvania  Avenue.  N.  McDaniel, 
ticket  agent. 

Harrisburg.— Ticket  office  of  Cumber- 
land Valley  Railroad. 

Hagerstovvn.— Ticket  office  of  Shen- 
andoah Valley  Railroad.  Charles  Feld- 
man,  ticket  agent. 

LuRAY. — Ticket  office  of  Shenandoah 
Valley  Railroad.  M.  Spitler,  ticket  agent 

Waynesboro.— Ticket  office  of  Shenan- 
doah Valley  Railroad.  B.  L.  Greider, 
ticket  agent. 

Norfolk.— Under  Atlantic  Hotel.  W. 
T.  Walke,  ticket  agent.  Purcell  House, 
W.  I.  Flournoy,  ticket  agent. 

At  Depot  Norfolk  &  Western  Railroad. 
J.  F.  Cecil,  agent. 

New  York.— At  office  of  the  Line,  303 
Broadway.    H.  V.  Tompkins,  agent. 

Boston  — At  office  of  the  Line,  290 
Washington  Street.    C.  P.  Gaither,  agent. 

Lynchburg. — Norfolk  &  Western  Rail- 
road Depot  ticket  office.  W.  L.  Rohr, 
ticket  agent. 

Petersburg. — Norfolk  &  Western  Rail- 
road Depot  ticket  office.  H.  V.  L.  Bird, 
agent. 

Richmond.— At  1000  Main  Street.  A. 
W.  Garber  &  Co.,  ticket  agents,  1206 
Main  Street.  S.  H.  Bowman,  agent, 
R.  &  A.  R.  R. 

Roanoke.— Norfolk  &  Western  and 
Shenandoah  Valley  Railroad  Depot  ticket 
office.     T.  H.  Bransford,  agent. 

Knoxville.— East  Tennessee,  Virginia 
&  Georgia  Railroad  Depot  ticket  office. 

Chattanooga. — East  Tennessee,  Vir- 
ginia &  Georgia  Railroad  Depot  ticket 
office.     J.  H.  Peebles,  ticket  agent. 

Memphis. — Memphis  &  Charleston  Rail- 
road Depot  ticket  office.  Also  Main  Street 
ticket  office.  Barney  Hughes,  ticket  agent. 

Atlanta. — East  Tennessee,  Virginia  & 
Georgia  Railroad  Depot  ticket  office. 
Jack  W.  Johnson,  ticket  agent. 

Macon.— East  Tennessee,  Virginia  & 
Georgia  Railroad  Depot  ticket  office.  R. 
T.  Reynolds,  ticket  agent.  Also  at  102 
Mulberry  Street.  Burr  Brown,  ticket 
agent. 

Jacksonville.  —  Savannah,  Florida  & 
Western  Railroad  ticket  office,  West  Bay 
Street.  And  office  of  the  Line,  corner  Bay 
and  Hogan  Streets.  B.  H.  Hopkins,  pas- 
senger agent. 

Selma.— East  Tennessee,  Virginia  & 
Georgia  Railroad  at  Depot  ticket  office. 
T.  H.  Lavender,  ticket  agent. 

Meridian.— East  Tennessee,  Virginia 
&  Georgia  Railroad  at  Depot  ticket  office. 
C.  Berney,  ticket  agent. 


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